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patdkoala · 8 months

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I Don't Hate You

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Warning: Angst, enemies to lovers, smut, nicknames (Doll and Charming), unprotected p in v, masturbation (Fem), Oral (Fem receiving)

I'm not entirely convinced that Bucky doesn't hate me.

His resting face is also his angry face. And he's always looking at me in that tone.

Like right now. He was just sitting there staring at me.

"What?" I asked while looking up at him.

"Nothing, just... thinking."

"About?"

"You wouldn't want to know."

Now what the fuck is that supposed to mean?

"Try me," I said to try and get something, anything, out of him.

"Don't push it, kid."

Oh, I hate it when he calls me that.

I grit my teeth. "Fine, don't tell me. I don't care anymore.

"Fine by me." His tone was sharp. He spoke with such anger towards me and I didn't know what I ever did to him.

Bucky is handsome, sure. He's tall and largely built. The metal arm alone scares away almost everyone.

But there is something about him that I find incredibly charming.

But in a stuck-up asshole Prince Charming way.

"Whatever, Charming," I sneered back at him.

Bucky scoffed when I called him that. "Charming?"

"Yeah, you know because you are a jerk like Prince Charming," I said as I got up from the couch and poured myself a drink.

"Hey, at least I own up to it. Unlike some people, who think they're God's gift to womankind," He said as I nearly killed him right then and there.

"I AM! Have you seen this ass? And my tits? These are fantastic. You just wish you were one of the many men I have that get to touch me."

"You're as shallow as a kiddie pool."

"Confident. I'm confident. Not my fault you cry when you look in the mirror."

He sighed and I could have sworn I saw a hint of a smile. "I don't know why I waste my time with you. I could find a rock with more personality than you."

I had had it with him. He is such an asshole.

"Why do you hate me?"

"I don't hate you. Hating you would mean I loved you at one point and grew to hate you. I can't stand you."

"Wow. Fantastic. How about I go outside and help you find a rock with a great personality?"

"Be my guest."

I set down my drink and walked towards the door. He was standing in front of it.

"Oh, you have got to be kidding me. What are you doing?"

"Getting a rock. What does it look like?"

"No you're not," He said in a stern tone.

"What are you saying?" I was so confused. First, he wants the rock. Now he doesn't.

"You're not going outside to find a rock," He said it but it felt like a demand.

"I'm not?"

"No. You are not."

"Are you asking me not to? Or telling me not to?"

"I'm telling you."

My breath caught in my throat as he just stared at me. There he was. Again. Just staring at me.

"What is going on in that mind of yours?" I asked with actual curiosity.

"You really wanna know?" He asked as interest peaked in me.

I couldn't even speak I was so excited. I just nodded like a mindless bimbo.

He got closer only to whisper, "I'm trying to figure out why in the hell I haven't left you in the middle of the woods yet."

Asshole.

I pushed him back against the door but not in a flirty way. More of a shove before storming off.

He doesn't even flinch. He just glares at me as I storm off.

I go to my room to cool off. I obviously like him but he doesn't like me and I am just going to have to deal with it.

I decided to work out. I needed to get this fire out of my system. I blasted my music into my headphones as I started my routine.

The workout wasn't working. I needed to matters into my own hands. Or, hand.

I made sure my door was locked and when I did I saw Bucky in the living room doing push-ups. He was trying to cool off as well.

I am going to make his life very hard. Well, and something else.

I sat on my bed and slipped a hand into my shorts. I started off slow but then built up tension.

My fingers felt nice but they weren't him.

"Oh, Bucky~" I moaned quietly as I came.

That was when I heard the knock.

I got up and opened the door.

"I hope you didn't think I didn't hear anything."

"Oh, but I was intentionally being loud for you, Charming." I smiled as I raised an eyebrow.

He rolled his eyes. "Of course you were."

"Is there a problem?"

"Yes, actually."

"What is it now? Gonna tell me how much you hate me? How much you wish I was dead? Or maybe-" "I was just going to ask that you keep it down when you finger yourself."

"Seriously? That's it? No snide comments?"

"Don't temp me."

"Oh, but it's my favorite thing to do!" I whined.

He just stared at me. Again. So, I stared back. He turned around and walked away. I rolled my eyes and followed him.

"Do you seriously have to follow me everywhere?"

"No. But I just want you to tell me the truth." I said as I followed after him.

"What truth? That you're a pain in my ass? That I want nothing more than to ditch you?"

I was actually hurt this time. "Is that actually true?"

"Yes. Yes, it is."

"Because I need you to be very honest with me, Barnes. If that is really how you feel then I will just head out and you will never have to see me ever again."

"Fucking guilt-tripping. You're not gonna leave, and you know it."

"Watch me." I felt the fire inside me rise.

"Oh please, spare me. I know you. You wouldn't make it a week on your own."

I rolled my eyes. "And why is that? Why do you think I need you all the time?" I was practically screaming at him at this point.

"You are the most dependent person I have ever met. You would die without me."

I thought for a second. "No. No, I think it's the other way around. You'd die without me and you just don't want to admit it. I swear you are such an asshole."

"And I think you are in denial. That's why you cling to me so much because you hate being alone with yourself."

I scoff. "I think you are forgetting how okay I was with myself not too long ago in that bedroom in my own hands."

"Oh yes. I remember. You were so "okay" you were grunting and groaning for half an hour." He paused and took a breath. "You want the truth? I'll give it to you. Right now. You're a spoiled, ungrateful, whiny, little bitch," He said I was slightly taken aback but I didn't flinch.

"Oh, come on. Say it like you mean it." I roll my eyes one last time.

"You'll be back here in a day you useless piece of-"

"Save it. I'm leaving."

"Fine."

I went to my room and honest to God packed a bag.

I went back towards the front door and saw that Bucky hadn't moved. I lifted my hand to the handle. I was going so slow a snail could have stopped me.

I wanted Bucky to speak up and say something. Stop me from leaving. But he just stood there.

Then he cleared his throat.

"Oh, this should be good. What is it now?"

"Please... don't go..."

I was speechless.

"Give me one reason. One honest reason to stay," I finally spoke.

"Because..." he doesn't continue.

"Exactly. That's why I'm leaving. You only want to fight me when I'm here but you won't fight for me to stay."

"Don't go. Please," He said in a breathy sentence.

"Why?"

"Because I don't want you to go."

I didn't know what to say. He was just staring at me. Again. I swear to God this guy has got a problem.

Except this time he looked vulnerable.

Helpless.

Needy.

"Are you asking me to stay? Or telling me."

"I'm fucking begging you."

I dropped my bag and turned around so that I was standing closer to him. It was taking everything in me not to pounce on this man and rip his clothes off of him.

We were so close that I felt his breath hitch.

Say something God Damnit!

He didn't say a thing.

He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me into a kiss.

"I- I thought you hated me," I said in a breathless sentence.

"I do." He said as he brought his mouth to my neck.

I moaned as he touched me so feverly. I had never felt something like this before.

The passion. The rage. The fire.

He pulled me closer as if it was even fucking possible, and he started to kiss down my collarbone.

"Bedroom- the bedroom-" I stuttered out.

Bucky smiled in a way I had never seen before. He had mischief in his eyes. He picked me up and carried me to my room.

He put me on the bed and crawled on top of me.

Mother fucking Bucky Barnes was crawling on top of me.

He held our gaze as he removed my shorts and soaked panties.

He held our gaze as he moved to the edge of the bed and sunk his teeth into my inner thigh.

The only time he looked away was when his head was too far buried in my cunt to even notice his surroundings.

I tugged on his hair and tried to pull him closer. I was so close to coming and we were only on that bed for maybe 6 minutes.

"I know, Doll," He said as chills went down my spine.

I wanted more.

"Mhmmm," I moaned out at the empty feeling as he got off me and then he removed his shirt.

I sat up and ran a hand down his chest.

The muscles.

The scars.

The happy trail.

The sweat.

I wanted to lick him.

As my hand was gliding down his glistening chest, he removed his belt and pants.

He was so hard that part of him was poking out of his boxers.

"That looks painful," I said as he slowly pushed me back onto the bed.

"You have no idea what I have been going through all day today," He said as he pushed his knee between my legs to spread them apart.

"All day?" I questioned.

"When you asked me what was on my mind while I was staring at you from the couch. I was thinking about how hard my dick was and what it would feel like inside you," He said as he moved his boxers down just enough to get free.

I kissed him roughly and bit his bottom lip as he lowered himself into me softly so I could adjust to his size.

He then held onto one of my legs. "What-"

"I need to get a better angle." He said as I felt like I was splitting apart.

I moaned so loud as he started thrusting into me. Hard.

His hips snapped so fast and the whole bed shook.

He was the one grunting and groaning now.

"Oh, Bucky~" I moaned out again but this time with him inside me. Happily.

"No, use the nickname," He said as I smiled. "I did. Bucky-" He stuck a finger inside just to hit my clit.

"Charming!" I yelped out as felt myself getting closer and closer.

His hips started faltering and my legs were starting to tremble.

"I- 'm close Doll," Bucky moaned out as I sat up a little more so he could really get up in there.

"Me too, Charming," I said as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. I think I hit a nerve with that last one.

I moaned so loudly as I came around him. He came very soon after. I think the feeling of me pulsing around him was too much for him.

He pulled out and then cleaned us off with the henley he had thrown off.

He laid down next to me and pulled me close so my back was to his chest.

"Do you still want me to go find you a rock?" I asked as he laughed.

"You are insufferable."

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celaenaeiln · 3 months

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Was Dick ever mean to Jason when they first met? Because I’ve seen a lot of fanon where it’s implied/shown that he was, but I haven’t seen anything to prove that it’s canon (and I’m happy you’re back even though you weren’t gone long I love your blog)

Aww thank you!!

Ugh I don't know where fanon keeps getting the idea but Dick was never mean to Jason as Robin.

Let's start with the erased version, otherwise known as pre-crisis.

Jason Todd was born to acrobatic parents and also performed in the circus. Here's the interesting bit: it wasn't Bruce who found out about them, it was Dick who was at the circus and cheered them.

Batman (1940) Issue #357

Where was Bruce? He was busy becoming squid food in Gotham.

Anyway Bruce escapes and meets up with Dick who is still Robin and helps him solve part of the crime. As he's discussing the case with Dick, Dick mentions that there may be a connection to Bruce's case and something Trina Todd said.

Yup! Dick becomes friends with Jason's mom <3

Batman (1940) Issue #358

Bruce doesn't trust her but Dick does and Bruce trusts Dick so he accepts.

So Dick goes to meet Trina and her husband but they've already left to sneak into the villain's lair and get caught by Killer Croc. So he chases after them. Barbara joins in as Batgirl but Batgirl and Robin are too late because Killer Croc has already fed Joe and Trina to crocodiles.

Batman's still fighting his own case while all this is happening.

Waldo the Clown takes Jason to the manor and while Jason's in the kitchen looking for food, he finds the door behind the grandfather clock open, goes inside, and finds the batcave.

He finds a trunk of Dick's old suits as Robin and that's where the iconic pre-crisis Jason Robin scene comes -

Detective Comics (1937) Issue #526

Which first of all Jason why are you wearing other people's clothes without their permission? But anyway Jason hears people coming and finds Batman's busy grabbing information with Selina and so he hides in the trunk of the Batmobile. Robin Dick and Batgirl solve the case on their end and find out there's a trap for Batman so they come in and save Batman and his allies. Jason sneaks out of the car and finds his parents are dead so he tries to kill Killer Croc but Dick and Barbara stop him.

Detective Comics (1937) Issue #526

Dick's just like "oh, you sweetheart."

Dick wants to adopt him but Bruce is like mine because they're both like "It's my fault his parents died, I should take responsibility."

Detective Comics (1937) Issue #526

Dick was really nice to Jason.

Batman (1940) Issue #529

Dick is Jason's idol. He and Dick have a great relationship, so much so that Dick actually passes on the Robin name and suit to Jason.

Batman (1940) Issue #529

I could make a meme out of the handshake scene with Bruce being one hand and Jason being the other and in the middle the hands meet is "idolizing Dick Grayson".

So Dick and Jason had a fantastic relationship.

And then some things happen where this Jason wasn't well-recieved by the audience because of the way writers handled the transition from Dick's robin to Jason's so DC realized that they need to make Jason into his own person with his own personality, looks, and story.

So they magic marker erased the previous timeline and now we have the actual Jason Todd that's actually relevant to every comic that comes after.

Yet in this current timeline too, Dick treated Jason sweetly.

Here Dick's first meeting with Jason, he actually saves Jason from the hands of drug dealers.

Batman (1940) Issue #416

He let go of his hiding spot to get the new Robin out of trouble.

Jason is not at all happy about this.

Batman (1940) Issue #416

And Dick's pissed off because he found out there's a new Robin through a newspaper and he just lost a drug deal he's been waiting on to bailout the new Robin.

So Dick storms off and Jason asks Bruce about Nightwing

Batman (1940) Issue #416

And I'm going to reiterate parts of this post for this part (people please please read this post because tumblr has an image limit and I've explained it in detail there but I can't here)

Dick had no idea Bruce passed on the Robin costume. He finds out through the newspaper because Bruce is pissed at Dick. Like he's so mad that when he told Dick to leave, Dick actually left.

You know how there's a saying about not being able to take back words of anger? Bruce is feeling that heavily. He already had suspicions that Dick wanted to leave but before Dick could tell him, he fired him so he wouldn't have to hear those words. But Bruce is super mad that Dick left anyway. So what does he do? He makes the first boy he sees Robin.

And Jason finds out Dick was Robin when he confronts Bruce why Nightwing knows Bruce's identity. And that gets Bruce more mad because he's now feeling guilty which is when Dick comes to confront Bruce.

After meeting Bruce, Dick talks about what he's been up to since he left and put Bruce in a good mood before he starts tearing into him.

Batman (1940) Issue #416

Bruce looks so wrecked. The guilt and sorrow is tantamount to his pain.

Then Dick asks Bruce why he choose someone new.

Batman (1940) Issue #416

So Bruce tells him. But Dick and Bruce's relationship go way deeper than just friends or family. They know each other. They revolve around each other so Dick calls him out, and out comes the truth

Batman (1940) Issue #416

But here's what it means in terms of Dick and Jason's relationship:

Instead of letting Jason become some sort of spite move, Dick becomes the bigger man and decides to turn Robin into a legacy.

Batman (1940) Issue #416

He passes it down like it was meant to be passed down. Because let's be honest here. The Robin name and costume is Dick's. If he wanted to, he could've taken it back, Bruce be damned. And that was one of Jason's fears.

It's Dick's approval of Jason and them catching the drug dealers together at the end that cements Jason as Robin. It's his acceptance and good will toward Jason that Bruce is grateful for.

Batman (1940) Issue #416

Dick also validates and praises Jason in the comics whenever they meet.

The New Teen Titans (1984) Issue #31

He's basically, "Don't worry about Bruce, if you get in trouble, I'll take care of it."

The only problem is they didn't meet a lot but when they did it was good times all around.

The third version of Dick and Jason's meeting.

In this version holy honking heck. First of all it's a flashback when Bruce fires Dick because he feels like he's too busy with other duties to be with Batman and then after a series of events in present time, it shows that Bruce literally kidnapped Jason and gagged and tied him to a chair. And Alfred's like WTH BRUCE?!

Even more things happen on both sides (curse you 30-image per post tumblr limit) and Bruce essentially makes Jason watch all the videos of Dick and sets Jason's gauntlet test to be a game of tag with Dick.

Dick is completely unaware of all this happening because he's just having fun busting up thugs and playing with Barbara, having no clue that Bruce and Jason are literally watching him livestream through his bike dash cam.

Nightwing (1996) Issue #105

Jason literally shows up while Dick's pondering on a rooftop and is like who're you? Oh wait you're him lol. Move over there's a new robin in town! And Dick's just like WHAT?! He such a little shit about it.

Dick's immediately like okay I'm upset at Bruce but I have to help this new kid out. There's no hesitation, no regret, no anger towards Jason at all. Just pure desire to see him succeed.

Not gonna lie, Jason's just awful towards Dick because he thinks that Dick is his test or something Dick's just like, "can you cool it for a sec?" They soon find out about a huge crime drug activity going on and Dick sorta mentors Jason through it while on the case. I'm not gonna include the panels but it's just Dick and Jason working together. It's fun to read and cute because Dick's protective of him and Jason's like a little bird following a bigger scarier one.

At the end the crime is solved, Jason and Alfred go home, and Dick calls Bruce to tell him this -

Nightwing (1996) Issue #106

He was so, so nice to Jason. Actually it's impossible for anyone to treat Jason better than Dick treated him, not even Bruce was this nice to Jason.

In Nightwing (2016) Annual, there's another story of Dick and Jason's meeting. In this case Dick comes over after Alfred calls him and Jason's sulking in his room because Bruce grounded him. He pulls Jason away and they go on a Nightwing and Robin adventure where Dick talks to him, teaches him, and lifts his spirits.

Nightwing (2016) 2021 Annual

Dick being mean to Jason is pure fanon, it's so fanon that there isn't even a single comic panel that can be used in support of that horrible idea. He never ignored Jason. Dick makes it very, very clear that his problems are with Bruce won't interfere with his relationship with Jason. He treats Jason as an independent person with his own personality and genuinely looks after and cares for him in every retelling. The only thing is they didn't meet very often but when they did, Dick was such a good brother.

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yandere-wishes · 6 months

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Long ramble anon here, I'm happy you liked my long ask I was just concerned that I put way too much as I have a tendency to hyperfixate snd overexplain, hence the tldr at the end. To be honest ever since seeing the fox beastman I've been on a bit of a kick with theorizing things for him. (Did the same thing with Rollo hehe) Anyway, if you want some more of my takes I'm happy to share.

Alright so you know how beastmen retain some of their animalistic traits? Well my brain immediately goes to what this means for their romantic endeavors and courting behaviors. Not much is known about the courting process for foxes, but we do know that scent marking and loud vocal barking is used to attract a mate. How does this carry over to a humanoid fox? Well, my theory is that he will likely give his darling something like his coat, or spray whatever cologne he uses on their things or use more of it when he knows he's going to see them. As for the loud vocal barking you better believe my mind immediately went to him just belting out a serenade for his darling, regardless of how he actually may sound I think he's self-assured and prideful enough to believe this would definitely entice his soon to be mate.

Another interesting thing about foxes is that they are monogamous to a fault, rarely ever taking another mate after the passing of their partner, instead remaining loyal until their own passing (at least this was what I've read in my admittedly surface level research). To me this means two things, 1) once Fellow sets his eyes on a darling that's absolutely it for him regardless of how he has to get them by his side it is an inevitability so if they would just be a good dear and surrender early on everything could be so much better, and 2) should anything unfortunate befall to his darling he wouldn't ever fall for anyone else and likely never fully recover emotionally.

Tldr; The fox man would woo his darling with his surely illustrious (at least to him) voice and his cologne or perhaps natural pheromones, and once he woos them Fellow would never so much as look at another in the same light.

Don't apologize Anon!! I love it when people send in long asks about their hyperfixations!! It feels so endearing and sweet and makes me want to give you a big hug!! I'm literally the same when it comes to hyperfixate and overexplain, when I'm obsessed with something (TV show, movie, game, etc) I need to feel it in my veins!! Plus being able to chat about it with people on Tumblr is always one of the best parts!!

I can't stop laughing at the thought of Fellow sending his darling with loud obnoxious barking 🤣🤣 Bonus points if the reader is a regular human and just stares at him confused, while Leona, Ruggie, and Jack just nod in approval in the background (or in anger and disbelief, depends on the scenario). The idea of him sharing his cologne and jacket with Reader is actually really sweet. I like to think that some ways down the line if Fellow ever had to go away for an extended period of time. Reader would just cuddle into a corner hugging his jacket and spraying some of his cologne on herself. He'd be so delighted coming home and smelling his scent so strongly on his beloved.

I love this!! Just Fellow knowing that reader is the one from the first look 😍😍😍😍 He's so smitten and lays on the charm extra thick. Wanting them all so badly and doing anything to get them. If Reader should die (Lord forbid) Fellow definitely wouldn't get another partner BUT he'd also go the extra mile and try to resurrect them. Magic exists in Twisted Wonderland so I'm sure someone out there has the ability to raise the dead. He'd do absolutely anything to hold you in his arms again.

Look Reader is getting a really sweet deal here. A tall handsome man (+ bonus he comes with A SUPER FLUFFY TAIL AND EARS) with a smooth voice, and a charming personality. Willing to give her anything, do anything for her, and make sure she had the best life imaginable. He's physically incapable of cheating and would fawn over the reader like a lovestruck puppy. He's literally just perfect!! Ignoring the manipulative tendencies, obsessive behavior, and ability to maim someone with his teeth😊😊

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wolfiesmoon · 2 months

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Deal or no deal

Azul x gn!reader

finally writing for my baby boy azul, i can't believe it took this long since i am an azul girlie myself

a very funny silly definitely innocent business man methinks

"First, tell me what you desire. We can take it from there." Azul smiled slyly, interlocking his hands as he leaned on his elbows.

You were currently located in his private office, about to sign a contract with him. You had to think long and hard about coming to him, but you figured that if anyone can fulfill your wish, it would be Azul. You feel kind of guilty asking him for this in the first place.

You see, you've been in love with Azul for a good amount of time now, but are too afraid to make a move. You beat yourself up for being such a coward every day, and even moreso right now because you're about to ask him if he can make "someone you've had your eye on" fall in love with you. You're not sure what exactly he does to make it happen, but you hope it's doable without much instructions on your end. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Though you still feel like a bit of a villain for doing this at all.

Your guilt and nerves are probably showing in your body language, too. Which you suppose only makes Azul more interested in learning what you desire. You can practically feel the grins on the Leech twin's faces, too. It's like they genuinely like seeing you nervous and scared.

Why are they even here, anyways?

"I want... someone to fall in love with me. Someone who I've had my eye on for a while now." you fidget with your fingers, unable to look Azul in the eye when you say this.

"That's..." he tried his best to hold back from laughing but a snort escaped from his lips anyways. "Forgive the reaction, your wish was just... unexpected."

You suppose he thought your wish would be more sinister because of your body language. Or way more embarrasing. But still...

"Ehhhh, I didn't know Shrimpy was in love..." Floyd's eyes were slightly widened but his creepy grin was still as wide as ever. "It is quite surprising, indeed." Jade added on. By the suspicously calm way they're acting, you have no idea if the twins already know about your little crush and are just acting along or if they're actually surprised.

"Yeah, uhhh, I guess that's it?..." you had no idea what else to tell him. You just hope that this can be over as soon as possible since things are getting really awkward.

"I can certainly do something for you. Tell me, what is their name? They attend this school, I assume." Azul seemed delighted. Probably because that means he'll get free labour from you as a collateral. You don't have any magic to offer him, after all.

"T... their name? Is that required?" You froze up. There's no way you can say that. That would be the worst way for your feelings to get outed, ever. You suppose it makes sense, though. He can't do anything if he doesn't know who you're in love with.

"But of course it is. Don't worry, judgement has no place in business affairs." He smiled reassuringly at you. You felt your face heat up. No, no, nope. You can't do this. Not like this.

"You know what.... Never mind. I can't do it." You abruptly stood up from the cushy office chair, apologising curtly before practically bolting out of his office.

"Oh my god, that was so bad... oh my god..." you mumbled to yourself when you were out of Octavinelle. You just royally embarrased yourself in front of your crush.

Was it obvious?

"What was that about?" Floyd pouted at the direction of the door, which you left slightly ajar in your panic to escape the situation as soon as possible.

"Hmmm... how odd." Jade looked deep in thought about something.

"This is why I tell you to stop coming to my office when I'm trying to make a deal. You scared the poor thing off." Azul shook his head dissaprovingly.

"That wasn't our fault. Shrimpy was acting super weird the whole time anyways." Floyd defended himself and his brother.

"I suppose you're right..." Azul took a deep breath, seemingly... relieved? Not about the fact you ran away, but still relieved for some reason.

Jade made a realisation. "Oh. I see. I see."

He smiled knowingly at Azul, who raised a brow. "What is it? Is there something on my face?"

"No, it's nothing. Don't worry."

Azul gets the feeling that Jade knows something, but doesn't want to tell him.

"If you say so."

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princessbunnib · 1 year

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Another Round?

König |Cod/Mw2|

Summary: You and König decide to take things to the next level and have an intimate moment for the first time.

Pairing: König X Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Smut MDNI, Fluff Smut, Established Relationship, Shy König, First Time Sex, Missionary, Communication, Size Difference, König With Size Kink, Consensual, Come On Body, Reassurance, Sub To Dom König, Switch Reader, Oral |F| Receiving, Girl On Top, Degrading, König Overly Apologizing, Overstimulation At End.

Author's Note: I'm so in love with König it's not funny.

PT2 Here:

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König watched you while you zoned out to the current song on your play list. It was a love song you were madly obsessed with. The vocals and lyrics spoke to you on a different level. Your eyes were closed while you hummed along with every cord and buzz from the beat. A heavy sigh of relief leaving your lips.

He sat quietly behind you on the couch, staring at you in awe. The two of you have been together for two years now.

For the most part, it's been completely normal. Either of you has yet to initiate sex with the other. It's not that much of a big deal to you though. Not having sex with him so quickly has made you appreciate the time you two share on the platonic end of the relationship.

König is too nervous to even think about showing affection to you in public. He knows you want to take things to the next level and it's eating him up inside.

What if you got bored with him and wanted to break up before things even even get started.

You were too into your mind to realize König was siting behind you. You then stumbled on his feet and fell onto his lap. His face rised in temperature, now becoming hotter than normal. His hands were sweating, he tried to wipe them on his sweatpants but couldn't get himself to move.

"Sorry I didn't even realize you were still here-" You nervously laughed off the situation and tried to get up. König's hands moved to your hips, holding you in place. He clearly wasn't thinking.

The simple sight of you enjoying something was making him feel certain things about you. Your smile was always something he looked forward to. Especially when you would smile with him. He could relax around you and not be so on edge. You didn't singlehandedly diminish his anxiety all together, but you were something he could focus on rather than entertaining the things in his head.

"Oh don't apologize- you were clearly enjoying yourself..." He said.

You looked into his light eyes and refused to focus on anything else. His eyes were so pretty, you loved eye contact with him, mainly because that was one of the things he valued as affection. You turned yourself around completely on his lap and straddled him.

Your hips began to move as you could feel him under you through your shorts. You put your arm around the back of his neck and held his cheek leaning in for a kiss. He tensed up and grabbed your wrist to stop you. You then got up from his lap and crossed your arms looking away in embaressment.

"Shit I'm sorry... I should have asked if you were comfortable with it." You stated regretting your decision.

"It's not your fault- I'm really freaking out on the inside because I don't want to mess things up. I keep thinking about how our first time would go so I'm overthinking it nearly all the time."

"König you're not going to mess up... and our first time doesn't have to be forced, we should just let it happen... I love you." You said as he stood up. To stop himself from playing with his fingers he put them in his pockets to seem more confident while standing in front of you.

"Really? So you're not loosing interest in me because it's been two years that we've been together and we still haven't had sex yet?" He questioned. His voice spiking in pitch as it cracked.

"No... I assumed you wouldn't like it... I also didn't want to pressure you into something you didn't want." You spoke softly in a reassuring tone.

"Oh right. I probably have been giving mixed signals... I do want to have sex with you. I hope I didn't make you feel bad at any time."

"It's alright... I want to have sex with you too..." You smiled, pulling him down so you could kiss him.

König then lifted you up from with no problem and held you tightly to not drop you. You were slightly nervous considering how high you were. He groaned breaking the kiss and tossed you over his shoulder, walking up the stairs and holding your hips to keep you still.

He wasn't usually rough with you because he was scared of hurting you. König was aware of his size and strength and thought of you as fragile when it came down to it.

But tonight he wanted to throw everything out of the window and make his first time with you a night to remember.

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König laid you on the bed being extra careful. You looked up at him wondering what his next move would be, he tried to stand over you but you pulled him down. Wanting to stay closer.

You've been itching for this moment to happen. So many opertunites hanging over your head like a carrot to a bunny.

You could tell that he was in his head rather than being present. The two of you stared at eachother for longer than necessary. "What do you want to do to me?" You asked finally breaking the silence.

"I'm not sure? Uhm... kiss you?" He said unsure within his decision.

"Then do it... please?" You encouraged, placing your arms around his neck. König then began to kiss your neck and cheeks, taking his time before kissing your lips.

You held his face and closed your eyes focusing on the soft feeling of his lips on yours, your legs locking around his waist. He groaned into your mouth desiring to feel even closer to you. His body was warm, tension building in his sweatpants as he faught against his feral fantasies to bite into your neck without asking.

Just the smell of you was sending him over the edge. He couldn't just shake this feeling away. "What else? Tell me what to do... I want to make you feel good Y/n. Can I?" He said speaking desperately onto your neck.

You let out a moan feeling his gentle breath. He then looked at you, confusion riddled on his red face. "Did I make you do that?" He asked receiving a nod as response.

He got off of you so you could move how you wanted. You then pulled your shirt off revealing your bare chest as you werent wearing a bra. His eyes widened and averted from your naked norso. He's seen you naked before, only the times that he accidently walked in on you when you were showering that is.

"König?" You asked softly. He looked at you once more, covering his mouth to keep his groans to himself. His eyes glued to your face.

"You can look at me, I'm not going to be upset by it... just relax okay?" You stated, standing up and walking up to him. He looked down at you watching you take his shirt off and drop it to the floor.

He leaned down to you, allowing you to hold his face and bring him to the bed.

"Sorry I'm really nervous- I don't know how I'm supposed to act right now..."

"It's alright, just keep your eyes on me... do you want to touch my breasts?" You suggested bringing attention to your chest. "Yeah... I've always wanted to... they're so perfect..." He said before holding your breasts in his hand, squeezing them gently and allowing his imagination to run free. Your small moans of pleasure encouraged him even more, you then turned you two over and straddled him as he laid back onto the bed.

"Yeah? They're perfect? What else? Tell me how much you find me attractive."

"Uhm- alright... I think they're really pretty? Also very warm and... uhm... I love the way they feel in my hands?" He said saying the first things that came to mind.

"Mhmm... you're hands are so big you know, you yourself is actually really big... you make me feel so small and helpless... I need you to protect me~"

"R-really? It's not a bad thing? I'm always thinking that I'll hurt you on accident..." He asked lifting a brow in confusion.

"Of course not... you aren't technically hurting me if I ask you to do it..." You smiled holding his hands on your chest.

He tensed up and held onto your waist. Your hips were moving back and forth grinding on his lap, his cock begining to stand up underneath his sweats. You could feel him getting more and more aroused, you couldn't wait to be able to do further activity rather than looking.

You praising him on his build soothed his mind. His eyes watching your breasts move lightly while you placed your hands on his knees. Your lips opening to moan his name again, hips moving faster and lewdly moaning.

"I need you König... please... I've been waiting for so long... I want you inside of me... I want us to stare into eachothers eyes... while I moan your name louder than I am now..."

Seeing this different side of you was shocking. You've felt this way about him the whole time throughout the relationship? Konig couldn't believe you. You were having the same fantasies as him.

Only difference is that he was too shy to come clean about it.

"Y/n I didn't know you felt this way about me... I'm really hard right now... and seeing your chest while you grind on my lap isn't helping."

"Yeah? So what do you want to do about it? Do you want to fuck me as much as I want to fuck you-" You leaned down to him speaking into his ear mid sentence. "Or would you rather us watch a movie together and act like this never happened?"

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König kissed your breasts and glided his lips on your nipples. You had one hand on the back of his head while covering your mouth with the other. He looked up at you trying to see if you were into it, your silence had worried him a bit. "How am I doing? Do you like it?" He asked. You nodded pushing his head into your chest, he took this opportunity to suck on one of your nipples, using his large hand to play and squeeze the other.

You bucked your pelvis onto him, turning on even more as he gently bit on the sensitive tissue.

"Go lower..."

He kissed down your chest carefully leading to your stomach, his hands rubbing you down while he continued to stare at you. Trying to figure out if you liked it.

You did nothing but whimper and squirm. The tension was too much, rushing him wouldn't be the best decision but you could only deal with this tingling sensation inbeween your legs for so long.

He took your panties off of you without thinking. You spread your legs apart for him allowing a much clear view. Your clit throbbing while the cold air engulfed the small bundle of nerves. He guided his finger along your lips collecting the sticky juices and put his fingers together. Wathcing the stream of clear arousal coat his skin.

"You're so wet..." He softly spoke in awe.

"Yes I know- touch me more... come on, I'm so needy for you..." You whimpered desperately, your eyes meeting with his while he held your thighs preparing himself to swallow you whole.

He swiped his tongue inbetween your slick lips, he moaned at the taste and began to suck on your clit. His tongue flicking back and forth and swirling around in a circle. You moaned bucking your hips onto his mouth, your thighs closing onto his head keeping him still while you used him.

Your arms had moved in all directions. You couldn't handle yourself as he continued to look up at you and hum your name while his mouth was full. His glare was intoxicating. You desired all of him tonight. Your pent up sex drive for him could finally be released.

"Yess~♡ K-König please~ Oh fuck..." You softly cried his name out as the arousal settled briefly. The amount of pleasure was just enough, your hands ran through his hair back arching and voice becoming higher in pitch.

All he could do was watch you in admiration. You were all he wanted to focus on. You looked absolutely breathtaking while moaning and throwing your head back. He used the wet underside of his tongue and swished it side to side seeing how you'd react. You whimpered again and pulled on the sheets, crying out in pleasure.

Okay. That was a good response. That was an amazing response actually. He couldn't believe he was doing such a good job.

He let go of your thighs and held your waist, you nodded feeling yourself about to come just from his mouth alone. You held his hands with yours and pressed your lips together, bucking your hips further on his tongue.

"Please~♡ just like that... it feels amazing..."

There wasn't enough air circulating through König's nose for him to breath correctly. So he lifted his head from your thighs, panting heavily like a dog needing water after a long walk.

"Am I doing a good job? I know you're moaning and everything but can you tell me?" He asked looking up at you with dark lustful needy eyes.

"You're doing such a good job for me... you're tongue feels fucking amazing on my clit..." You then put your hand on the back of his head. "Now don't stop, I want to come."

"Anything for you..." He responded before sucking your clit and swirling his tongue in any direction that would pull a reaction from you.

Your conformation of pleasure made him feel more confident. He then held your hips and lifted your lower half off of the bed, placing your legs on his shoulders so you could lock them around his neck. He moaned into you and teased your entrance with his index and middle finger. Letting your juices coat his digits like makeshift lubricant before sliding them into you, instantly being met with your warm spongey insides.

His eyes closed as he steadily breathed, taking cautious shallow breaths so he could keep his face buried inbetween your thighs for longer.

Your stomach caved in, his fingers were just the perfect fit for teasing your much needed climax. His two fingers stretching your cunt, curling inside collecting your semi creamy goodness. He only slid them in at the knuckle to lessen the chances of his hand cramping quickly.

You moaned his name once more. It's like the only word you knew was 'König' you wondered who else he could have been doing this to before you met him. Fuck he was a master at it. His tongue was like gold. Way better than any other sex toy you've used in the past.

He would loudly kiss your clit and nod to you when you'd whimper. Signifying that he understood how good you were feeling. His fingers thrusting into a sensitive area making you scream and cry again.

"Mhmm... I know... you love it so much, yeah?" He encouraged, mentally not believing himself but continued to keep his cool.

"Ahh~♡ yes... yes... haaaf~ König~ I'm almost- there!" You whimpered loudly. Pressing your hands on your stomach.

"Okay... thanks for telling me... I want to make you come so much... you sound like heaven itself..."

"Ohhh Fuck~♡ d-don't say something like that- it's going to make me-"

"Hm? What is it going to do? Come on tell me... I want to know..." He asked encouraging you to speak up by curling his fingers and sliding them in deeper until meeting the base of his hand.

The sloppy sounds of your vagina tightening around him felt like music to his ears. He sucked your clit, flicked his tongue across it and blew air onto it. His tongue drenched with saliva. Making your clit have a slimy texture to it. Your back arched again as your walls clamped down on him. Only to sharply release and cause you to buck your hips forward.

"Going to make me- COME~" You let out a loud slutty moan that of course tied into his name. He nodded more and brought his fingers out of you, rubbing your clit up and down with his slippery digits. Whimpering to mock how you sounded and spoke words of encouragement.

"I know, I know... that's right... focus on me while you come... look at me..." He softly said watching you lazily bring your vision in his direction.

"Mhmm... keep bucking those wonderful hips of yours, that's right Y/n... you sound beautiful while coming for me~"

You covered your face while riding out your orgasm on his fingers. Once the euphoric feeling had settled he let you go and watched you whimper at the loss of contact. He lightly laughed at you, feeling proud that he got you to come so undone for him.

"How did I do?" He asked for reassurance again.

"Amazing. I didn't think you'd be good at this..." You sighed calmly and closed your legs, still feeling weak from the waist down.

"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, do you want to go all the way now?" He asked receiving a nod from you.

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König laid on the bed fully declothed while watching you stare at how big he truly was. You swallowed the lump in your throat and climed onto him like he was a high mountain and raised your hips to not touch him. Everything was fun and games until this point. You didn't think you'd be able to fit him inside. König didn't pick up your expression and held you in place, aligning himself with your entrance and pushing his hips into you.

You cried out in pain as he forcfuly penetrated your cervix. Your nails scratching at his skin. Tears gathering in your eyes before falling down your cheeks.

"König stop!- it hurts!" You said hoping he heard you clearly. He looked at your face seeing tears in your eyes and took himself out of you, you got off of him and sighed deeply to calm yourself down.

"I'm sorry? I hurt you didn't I? I wasn't trying to! I was really in the moment and didn't check in with you to see if you were okay- I'm really sorry!" He had rambled on excessively apologizing. His nerves began to rise to the surface causing him to overthink everything he had just done.

You obviously hated him now. He felt awful seeing you cry out for him to stop, his heart beating out of his chest and adrenaline rushing through his body.

"It's okay König I'm fine- I'm okay... just calm down okay? Don't worry... I don't think I can ride you yet... I panicked because of how deep you were..." You said holding his face keeping his eyes on you.

"Are you sure? I swear I didn't mean to do that... I feel bad." He said still having doubts.

"Yes, let's just try a different position okay?" You suggested.

He nodded and watched you get on your back, spreading your legs so he could be inbetween them. He gently held your knees and rubbed your clit with his shaft, watching you melt under him and nod to tell him what he was doing was just right.

"Am I too big for you? Is that why it hurt last time?" He asked making his hands into fists and keeping them on both sides of your head to keep himself up.

"Well yes... when we met I didn't think your height would be a problem... looks like you aren't the only thing that's big..." You nervously laughed to lighten the situation. Staring down watching the tip of his head drip with pre-cum while still being covered by a sheer coat of your insides.

"Oh yeah? Then I guess you won't be able to fit my huge cock inside your pretty little pussy, huh?" He said feeling himself become more confident again. Just seeing you under him looking up at him with your eyes big. Tears dried on your cheeks.

"What? König were is all that coming from?" You giggled. You weren't laughing at him, moreso surprised that he'd even try at dirty talk. And surprised that it was good.

"You don't like it? Sorry, I thought you would-" He said retracting back to his nervous self.

You leaned upwards and crashed your lips into his. Holding his jaw and sliding your tongue into his mouth, tasting yourself from earlier. Letting his lips go with a pull at his bottom lip with your teeth. His face becoming more red by the second.

"I do like it... what else do you have to say?" You asked speaking softly to him and biting your lip. You used your right hand to align his cock with your entrance, he slightly thrusted forward. Prying your hole open for you to become one with him.

"Oh fuck... you feel amazing already..." He moaned pushing forward.

You winced and squirmed. Eyes shutting tightly so you could imagine something else in your mind to not focus on his size.

"Ugh- K-König... it hurts..." You whimpered desperately.

He stopped and looked down at you, seeing your eyes glazed with tears again. "I'm sorry Y/n... I'll stop if you want me to?" He suggested, kissing you all over to hopefully sooth the pain.

"No no- it's fine... it feels like you're in my stomach." You responded.

"That's a good thing right? Please say it's a good thing... I don't think I can pull out now..." He whimpered hoping you'd agree.

"Somewhat? Ugh just kiss me so I don't think about it..." You huffed feeling irritated by the criplingly slow pace.

All you wanted was for him to come out of his shell already and actually use you how he'd liked. You definitely had a thing for him being so huge. You thought he was lying when he told you how tall he was.

But when he had to show you how inconvenient his life is with being so tall, you believed him.

You could feel your walls sucking him in even more when you thought about how he ducks under every doorway to enter a room. The amount of times he's bumped his head on the shower head.

The fact that he has to get his clothes specialty made for him because regular clothes aren't long enough for his limbs, thus making sweatsuits and other loose fitting clothes the only thing he can wear.

He just has to be such a softie who cares so much about you. Why can't he just be rough and take advantage of the situation? He's so big. Why won't he just force himself inside you and degrade you so you can take it?

Or have him mark every inch of your body with bites while abusing your cervix with his massive cock.

The amount of role-playing fantasies that you thought about in your spare time. Him acting like an intruder breaking into the house and the only way to keep you safe is if you let him use you like a pretty little fuck doll. Filling every hole with his come until your whole body was numb.

König moaned and began to rut into you. Your moans engulfing his ears as he placed his hand on your stomach to ease the bulge in it.

You nodded and whimpered loudly as he stretched you out, penetrating deeply with only half of his inches. Fast thrusts making him feel somewhat better than before. When you were on top of him it felt like an internal pain of being stabbed.

"Ahhhm... you've gotten- s-so wet all of a sudden... do I really feel that good?" He questioned himself while moaning more comfortably and attempting to penenteate you with the rest of his inches.

"Ahh- mmm... wait~ slow down..." You cried digging your nails into his muscular back. Now scooting yourself up the bed, attempting to 'run away' from him. He held your face staring into your eyes and kissed your lips. "Okay I'm sorry, I'm so sorry... I'll go slower... I'm sorry... please don't cry..." He softly reassured you while wiping your tears away. Returning to only having half inside. He stared down watching your juices coat him.

It was the most he's ever seen. You felt absolutely incredible around him. His very few past sexual encounters couldn't come close to you.

With the amount of instruction and communication, he felt like he was pleasing you. And hearing you praise him and moan his name was the reward he was itching to receive.

You drove him crazy. He wanted to do utterly disgusting things to you if you'd let him.

"F-fuck you're stretching me out so much... I can't take it~" You squealed placing your hands on chest.

König then grabbed a spare pillow and put it under your hips to make you feel more on an angle. Now lessening the pain for you.

"How's that? Does it still hurt?" He asked scopping your left leg into his right arm.

"A little... but I'll get used to it... other than that, I love it... it's way better than I imagined... so thick... please fuck me... fuck me until I can't take anymore of your cock..."

"Alright... fuck- tell me more... aghh... shit." He moaned speeding up in pace. Moving the bed quicker.

"You're doing an amazing job... I can't stop clenching myself around you... I love your moans, you sound so pretty while fucking me like I belong to you... don't ever stop fucking me...♡" You whimpered in pleasure smiling and pulling him inside.

"O-okay... ngghhh." He began to breath heavily while thrusting faster. Your words encouraged him to go the extra mile. You moaned and wrapped your left arm around the back of his neck, hearing him moan and groan in your ear. Your other hand pressing onto his stomach giving a sorry attempt at trying to slow him down.

He growled and swatted your hand away, thrusting himself deeper inside. Kissing your neck and licking your delicate skin.

"You want me to fuck you like I own you right? Then lay there and fucking take it... fuck you feel so fucking good... your pussy is so wet..."

You acted like what he said hurt your feelings. Your whimpers becoming more soft as you looked away from him. 'Ashamed' that you allowed him to belittle you like that.

Could he read your mind? You didn't even get the chance to tell him you wanted this. He then groaned scooping your other leg into his arms, forcing himself into you in a smooth long motion to not hurt you. Your breasts bouncing giving him something to look at.

"Mhm- you make me so fucking wet... you have no idea how long I've been aching for this... I always would touch myself thinking about you when you're not home... uhh uhhh~♡" You admitted, putting your arms around his neck and moaning in his ear.

"Oh yeah? So you've always been a slut on the inside hm? you fucking bitch... ahhh... you should have already said that sooner. I would have definitely fucked you then..." He desperately responded before biting into your neck.

Yes! Just yes! You were screaming of joy on the inside. He was doing everything perfectly.

Your legs locked around his waist again. You scooped your arms inbewteen his and held his shoulders tightly, your nails digging into him as his thrusts got harder. At this point the penetration felt like you were on cloud nine. Anything that gave you pleasure before couldn't even come close to having sex with him.

His balls slapped against you, the bed hitting the wall and his groans mixing with your whines of pleasure. König was feeling cocky, your moans and praises encouraging him further.

Not to mention your nails scratching his back up pretty bad. He couldn't feel it considering the adrenaline rushing through his body to give him the willpower to show you an outstanding preformence. Aside from that, he did have perfect stamina.

He couldn't take having to ask you if this or that felt good every five seconds.

"Take every inch just like that you fucking bitch... ohh fuck... I don't hear you complaining about how I'm too big now? Just say how much of a slut you are already... you've wanted me to ruin you for so long that it makes you braindead.."

You bit onto your lip not being able to speak. You moaned clenching around him again and cried out his name. König then held your face tightly for you to look at him, now glaring lovingly into your eyes. "Fucking tell me how big you think I am... you're so fuckin' small compared to me... awe look our hands can't even touch fingers..." He teased holding your hand with his.

You moaned pulling him inside and letting go of him holding his wrists in your hands. "Ughhh I can't fit anymore of you inside my tight pussy~♡ you're so fucking big I won't be able to walk straight after this-"

"König please toss around like an object. Take advantage of me! You're so strong... it's not like I would fight back... don't even ask to change positions- just fucking turn me in any way you want because I'm yours and no one else's... fuck I've been waiting so long for you to fuck me senseless, now it's finally happening- you make me so happy~♡"

König moaned and closed his eyes tightly, he lifted you up from the bed and held you tightly, bringing you over to the wall and pinning you to it while ramming himself into you. You cried in pleasure rolling your eyes back and clenching around him yet again. A whoreish smile plastered on your face signifying you were really enjoying yourself.

"I'm so close Y/n~ aghh... where do you want me to come?" He asked whimpering softly while pinning your wrists to the wall so he could hold your hands.

"C-come on my stomach~" You begged.

You grabbed his hand with yours and brought it to your neck, whimpering for him to choke you. "Please choke me while you come~ I want to pass out... ahhh please K-König~♡"

"Fuck you're such a come drunk slutty whore for me... you should have told me you were a whore... I can't get enough of your pathetic little pussy around my cock... take me in like this is the last time I'll ever touch you..."

You could feel yourself getting lightheaded as he applied pressure to your throat and on the sides of your neck. You whimpered looking into his eyes once he stopped, biting your lip and moaned his name again.

"Yess- y-yess I'm a whore~ I'M YOUR FUCKIN' WHORE~♡"

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König let your back rest on his chest while he bounced you up and down his shaft. Holding your thighs in his hands and singlehandedly having the strength to lift you up on his own. Your right arm hooked around his neck as you rested your head on his shoulder whimpering softly.

He didn't want to be rough with you while the two of you were near finish. He loved you too much to call you out of your name for too long. He was a natural softie on the inside after all. He kissed your neck and moaned into your skin, feeling you clamp around him.

"You're so beautiful... I love you so much Y/n... I want to stay like this forever... you mean so much to me... so special and perfect just for me..."

"Uhhh ughh... I love you too König... you did so well tonight, please I want to come again..."

He then turned you around for you to face him. Holding your face to keep your eyes on him. The knot in your stomach about to burst as your lustrous desire from early had just came true. You both moaned in unison together, he slammed you down onto him once more before pulling out of you quickly and used your hand to pump up and down his shaft. You looked up at him with helpless eyes while rubbing your clit.

He moaned your name encouraging you to get both of you off. "You're hands are so pretty... fuck you can't even jerk all of me off... it just keeps slipping out of that little hand... it's so fuckin huge isn't it?"

"Mhmm... you're way bigger than any guy I've been with... you're the only one who can bring the slut out of me... please come on me... I need to be sticky with your come."

"Fuck... keep your hand still... ohhh mmm- Just like that Y/n... just like that~ I love youuu~♡ Thank you for letting me fuck you- Thank Youuuu!"

You nodded keeping his eyes on you and pumping faster. Using your hand to rub his sensitive head and gently squeeze it. He groaned fucking his hips into your hand. The soft warm feeling of your skin messaging his shafy over and over. He moaned a few more 'I Love You's' before his hips loosened up and was followed with his thick load showering all over your toros.

Covering your stomach, belly button, breasts and chest. He whimpered finally reaching climax and watched you as you sighed heavily to catch your breath.

He had remembered that you didn't come yet and quickly pulled your hips up into his embrace, imidiently sucking your clit and fingering you, moaning into your legs and staring down at you.

"Come on... come for me... please Y/n come for me... I'm so sorry, next time we'll come together... come on... just come one last time and we can stop..." He desperately spoke quickly trying to encourage you.

"Ahhhh ahhhh Okay~ König~" You nodded covering your face in embaressment.

"Yeah? Say name... don't fuckin' forget it... you're so beautiful... your eyes drunk with lust as I suck your precious little clit... oh I can tell how badly it's aching for me..."

You could feel his come sliding down your body. The cold substance playing a hand in your orgasm. You closed your eyes and pulled the sheets, making the corners of them pull off and leave the mattress bare. You cried louder and bucked your hips on his tongue getting yourself off.

"Mhm... Mhmmm... mhmmm... come for me... mhmmm." He hummed aggressively forcing you to get off just by the vibrations.

König keeled down and let you lay back onto the bed. He scooped you up into his arms still sucking on your clit, slobbering on it, shaking his face in it and slurping up everything swallowing your juices slowly savoring your taste.

You threw your head back and tried to move him from your legs but he refused to do so. You cried out his name feeling the knot explode. It felt like fireworks had just went off in your mind as the tingling feeling traveled through all parts of your body.

Beginning inbetween your thighs and floding all the way to the ends of your fingertips and toes. He continued to suck and slurp you up. Humming staring at you while your whole body shook.

"Ahhhh ahhh stopp~ I can't take it... it feels too good~ Oh please please please stoopppp!" You begged begining to cry and hide your face again.

"Hmmm hmm? Mhmm?" He hummed a random response to mess with you.

Your mouth watering, tongue hanging out of your mouth as he kept going. Fuck what on earth had gotten into him. You tried to push him away once more but instead had your wrists snatched up and pinned to the bed. He glared up at you, finally letting your clit go but flicking his tongue back and forth and blowing on it watching your hips buck to hopefully catch another swipe of his tongue.

And with that he finally let you go. He watched your entrance clamp and pull on air. A stream of your arousal dripping down onto the sheets. He kissed your clit one more time before laying down next to you and sighing heavily in relief.

You looked at him, mind fuzzy and overdtimulated. You weren't aware if you orgasmed again but the feeling of pleasure never settled down. You then hugged his arm and sighed in relief as well.

He groaned pulling you onto him, not caring about the mess he made on your body. Your chest pressing onto his.

He caressed the back of your head and kissed your forehead. Hearing you hum softly in response while resting your face into his neck. Signaling that you were satisfied with his outstanding preformence.

"Do you want to go again?" He simply stated after all that happened.

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Loosing Control

[Gideon Graves x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Your love is a thing of magic. It's strong and apparently real and Gideon doesn't quite know how to deal with it.

WC: 2489

Category: Slight Lime/Spice {Gideon’s POV}

I’m actually surprised that so many people love my Gideon fics. The AMOUNT of anons I’ve suddenly started to receive this past week just because of this man is astronomical and I’m totally here for it!! (Also this gif got me feeling all types of things 🫣)

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Gideon Graves was at a loss for words. He didn't know what he had expected from this meeting, but it certainly wasn't this. He wasn't exactly in a position to be calling anyone out on the carpet, so to speak, but it had been at least an hour since you had burst into the office—pounding on the door, demanding to be let in—and Gideon had done nothing to stop you. Instead, he sat on his sofa, staring at you in silence. He'd already known you would be upset. He didn't need you to tell him that.

"Look," he said.

Gideon Graves was a genius. He knew that. His ability to multitask and think fast on his feet had gotten him far in his career and had garnered him numerous accolades and awards, from the Pulitzer to the Nobel Prize. And yet he hadn't expected you.

He wasn't sure what he had expected. You had been his assistant for nearly five years now. Gideon had made it clear from the beginning that he was not interested in anything more than a professional relationship between the two of you, but that didn't mean he hadn't thought about it. There was just something about you. The way your mouth moved when you were speaking. The way you stood so close to him in the mornings that he could smell the soap on your skin and the coffee on your breath.

"Just give me a minute," he said.

You blinked at him. "What?"

Gideon stood up and paced the room, adjusting his glasses and running his hands through his hair.

"There are so many things I want to say, but they all seem like the wrong things," he said. "I've never really been good with words."

You pressed your hand to your lips, shaking your head. "No, no, I get it. It's my fault. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come here like this."

"You're not making this any easier for me, you know."

"No, I—I know." You drew your hand away, and your face flushed. You sat on the edge of the sofa, pulling your knees to your chest. "You don't have to make excuses for me or anything. I know I just barged in here."

"You always do that," Gideon said. He leaned his hip against the edge of his desk, resting his weight on his elbow. "You've been my assistant for five years now and you never knock."

You smiled. "You told me not to. You said I was always allowed to come into your office without knocking."

Gideon shrugged. He had been trying to get you out of his hair, to be completely honest. You had been such a nuisance—so nosy and needy and persistent—and yet he found himself drawn to you. He never meant for things to go this far. He was a lot of things, but unprofessional was not one of them.

He wasn't sure why you had come here. What you had possibly thought you were going to accomplish. Gideon Graves did not feel. Not in the way other people did. He could love, sure, but it wasn't in the traditional way. He could want and need and desire. But he wasn't capable of love. He hadn't loved his mother. He hadn't loved his father, though he had always been fond of the man.

Gideon had not loved you. Not at first. In fact, you had been an irritation, a nuisance. And yet, as time went on and you had learned to read him better, to anticipate his needs and desires, your presence became comforting. He liked being with you. He enjoyed listening to your voice, the way you laughed and smiled, and how you always looked so pleased with yourself, no matter how small the task you had completed.

"You have to understand," he said, "I'm not..."

Gideon searched your eyes. You were beautiful, he realized. You were soft and warm and kind, and he had never really thought of you as anything more than an assistant, but there was something about you now, something that made you look different. He couldn't quite explain it.

You were staring at him, your gaze fixed on his face.

Gideon cleared his throat. "You need to know what you're getting yourself into before we go any further."

Your brows drew together. "What do you mean?"

"I'm a broken man," he said, holding his hand in front of his face. He ran his fingers through his hair, tugging at the ends. "I can't promise you anything; I'm not... I’m not good at this sort of thing. You have to know that."

You tilted your head to one side, studying his face. He could see the worry in your expression. Gideon had seen that look before so many times. His father had given him that same look when Gideon had first told him he wanted to go to college. His mother had given him that same look when he had decided to move to Toronto alone. Even his own reflection in the mirror had looked at him with that same worried expression when Ramona had left him.

You looked at him as though you were afraid of him, but you didn't speak. You just looked at him, waiting.

"I don't know what I'm doing," he said, "and I can't promise that this will end up working out. It never has before, and it probably won't this time, either."

"Is this about Ramona?" you asked, your voice soft. "Is that what this is about?"

"No," Gideon said quickly. "That's in the past. That was... I was young and foolish."

"You weren't young," you said with a laugh. "I was literally there when you made the whole league thing. Then you got your ass—no offense—kicked by Pilgrim and that girl with the beautiful scarf.”

Gideon had never talked to anyone about that moment. He didn't talk about his failures, at least not when they were that severe. Even he had to admit that getting his ass kicked had been a bit of an embarrassing moment for him.

"Yeah, let’s not talk about that,"

You laughed again. "You know what this sounds like to me? It sounds like you're trying to talk me out of being with you."

"Well..." Gideon frowned, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "I guess that's true."

Your expression softened. "That's because you think it's not going to work out, isn't it? Better not to try than fail, right?"

Gideon didn't speak.

You moved across the room, crossing the floor until you were standing in front of him. You placed your hands on his chest, sliding them up the sides of his neck and cradling his face in your hands. You were looking at him, searching his eyes.

"I know it's hard for you to trust people," you said, "but I've been by your side for five years, and you don’t need to use a chip for assurance that this will work."

“Wait a minute, hold on—”

You leaned into him, kissing his lips. You smiled against his mouth, giggling softly. You were kissing him. You were kissing him. You were actually kissing him, and Gideon didn't know what to do about it.

You pulled away and kissed him again, harder this time. You moved against him, pushing him back so that he fell against the edge of his desk. His heart was pounding in his chest. You had your hands on his shoulders now, pushing his coat from his body.

For once, Gideon didn’t have control, and he wasn't sure how he felt about that. He liked being in charge. It was what he was used to. He knew what he was doing and how to get things done. Yet, here he was, watching his jacket drop to the floor, feeling your hands on his body.

“Do you still think you need that chip of yours?” you asked, pressing your lips to his ear.

Gideon sighed, tilting his head back as you kissed his neck and his jaw. You were undoing his tie now, letting it drop to the floor.

“Listen, I had a perfectly good reason for that chip. Ramona, she was...I had a lot going on with her, and it just made sense at the time, but then—shit—I didn't mean—I didn't—this is—it's really complicated, okay?”

You were kissing him as he spoke. You kissed the corner of his mouth. You kissed his neck and collarbone. Gideon had to remind himself to breathe. He had to remind himself how to move. How to think. How to do anything.

"You really are all over the place," you murmured.

Gideon glanced at you, panting due to the lack of oxygen in his system. His eyes were full of you, the shape of your face, the sound of your voice. The curve of your nose. Your smile. Your lips.

You had your hands on his shoulders, that same soft, pleading look in your eyes. You looked at him as though you wanted something, and it was hard for him to deny you, but it wasn't that simple. It never was.

"I can't promise you anything," he said.

You nodded. "I know."

"I'm not the easiest person to be around. I don't even know how I'm supposed to...to..." He swallowed. "I just don't know how to do this."

You stepped away from him, taking your hands from his shoulders. You seemed to know the right thing to say. You always knew the right thing to say. "Don't worry about that right now."

Gideon turned from you. He needed to get a hold of himself. He couldn't be weak like this. He needed to be in control. He needed to focus.

"I need to get back to work," he said, rubbing his eyes with his hand. "We've been away for too long."

You stared at him for a moment. You seemed to be waiting for him to change his mind, but he didn't. He knew he needed to focus. He needed to do what he had always done. He needed to bury himself in work until it was all that consumed him, and there was nothing else to do but sleep and breathe.

"Okay," you said. “Okay, Gideon.”

He didn't look at you as you turned to go. You hadn't even given him a chance to ask you to stay. He couldn't look at you right now, so he didn't turn around as he heard you open the door, close it behind you, and leave.

You hadn't left him mentally, though. Not yet. He could still smell your perfume in the air. He could still see the shape of your body in the chair in front of his desk. He could hear the way you sighed, the way your voice had been soft when you had said his name.

Gideon needed to get back to work, but all he could think about was you. He didn't even know how he had managed to convince himself that it was a good idea to push you away. He did the opposite with Ramona, forcing her into his life until she was a part of him.

So why was it when you had actually wanted him, he had pushed you away?

It had never happened with anyone else, not like this.

Gideon reached up to his neck, touching the skin where your lips had been. It had only been a kiss, a simple touch, but he couldn't remember the last time someone had made him feel like this. You were so soft and kind and... beautiful.

He reached down for his fallen coat that you had tossed to the ground. He lifted it, carrying it to the back of the sofa. He picked up his tie, too, and placed it into the pocket of the jacket, folding it neatly.

There was so much he didn't understand about himself. There was so much he didn't know and would likely never know, but he knew how he felt about you. He could admit that to himself, at least, even if he couldn't admit it to you. Not yet.

“Idiot… Idiot.” Gideon groaned, burying his face in his hands. He sat down on the edge of the couch, falling onto his back. He stared up at the ceiling, his mind drifting back to you.

When Scott Pilgrim had won that battle against him, Gideon was left to wake up and realize that there was a whole world out there that he had no control over. It was a frightening thing for him to come to terms with, but there it was. The world was going on with or without him, and he couldn't change that.

You were there for him, though. You had always been there for him. You had been so soft and kind and gentle. His ego was completely shattered when Scott brought him to his knees, but you had been there for him, comforting him as he recovered emotionally.

And yet, that wasn't all you had done for him. You have helped him in so many ways since you started working with him. You were the perfect assistant—attentive, thorough, and never a bother. He could ask you to fetch anything for him, and you always had.

You also knew when he wanted to be left alone and respected his boundaries. He had to be very careful around people. If you use the wrong words or the wrong tone of voice, everything could fall apart. And it had—it was—with Ramona.

Ramona. It still hurt to think about her, but he could admit that what he felt for you was far different than what he had ever felt for Ramona. What he had felt for Ramona had been a sort of hyperfocus. That was what he told himself anyway. She made him feel things that no one else ever had, but it had never been real. And Gideon knew the difference. Ramona wasn’t love; it was obsession.

You were love. You made him feel so... so human. He didn't want to get into the nitty-gritty details of that, but you made him feel alive. You made him feel real.

Gideon sat up and crossed the room. When he was stressed, or upset, or upset because he was stressed, he found himself pacing. It was one of the few that helped him focus. As he paced, he glanced at the door, staring at the knob as he imagined you coming back through it.

That’s it, he thought. He needed to do something. He needed to go after you to make things right. Make sure that you knew he was serious. Make sure that you know what was at stake here.

Gideon wasn't good with words, but he knew that he would figure out a way. Figuring out ways to fix things had never been a problem for him.

He was the smartest man in the world. How hard could it be?

God, I need to learn how to write actual endings instead of leaving everything open 😭😭

Conclusions are the bane of my existence istg

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m1d-45 · 1 year

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welcome to my masterlist!

if there’s anything you’d like to see, please send in an ask here!

here’s my original take on the logistics of sagau, as well as an update after some more information, and here’s my thoughts on how nations worship.

1k event m. list!

warnings [⏵] : yandere / heavy cultish || obsessive

genre [title] : angst || fluff || hurt/comfort

[ under maintenance ! might be a bit messy ]

traveller from afar — aether

‘I'm saying that I'm having a lot of fun traveling with you… It'd be nice if we could just go on like this forever.’

⏵ a new tomorrow

—⏵ my love, my god

the dark side of dawn — diluc

‘Diluc, of Mondstadt. Not interested in idle chit-chat. If you have things you want to get done, let me know.’

⏵ fallen through

⏵ a fault in the heart [red!]

⏵ tongue tied

windborne bard — venti

‘Perfect timing, Traveler! I was about to ask you — what is your greatest wish?’

⏵ unnamed poem, unnamed bard

⏵ in sickness and in health

⏵ (what about me?)

⏵ stella fortuna

beyond mortality — baizhu

‘Even though I'm the doctor, I've still had to trouble you with my health. How shameful... But don't worry. From this day on, I will take care of you.’

⏵ second chances

leonine vanguard — ga ming

‘If I can guard shipments, I can guard people. Since you seem to trust me, how 'bout I be your bodyguard from now on?‘

⏵ vanguard’s fortune

childe — tartaglia

‘Today was great. See you tomorrow, comrade!’

⏵ under duress

⏵ brainrot

⏵ duality of man

—⏵ inversion of fate

vigilant yaksha — xiao

‘I deal in death. If you cannot bring yourself to kill — speak my name.’

⏵ repentance

⏵ burden to bear

⏵ bird xiao things! (split links)

—⏵ and again, and fanart, and again, and again, and fanart, and fanart, and again

⏵ he who is without sin

—⏵ once more, and again, and again, and again, and again, and fanart, and again, and fanart, and fanart

⏵pari!reader tag

vago mundo — zhongli

‘The market is closed and the port has settled. Go get some rest.’

⏵ sagau!zhongli

⏵ a dragon’s gems

⏵ to dream of the divine

⏵ adorned

pillar of fortitude — ayato

‘Good morning. A little sword practice while the day is young is good for the body and mind. I tend to avoid having anything scheduled during these hours... What do you say? Fancy crossing blades with me?’

⏵ words left unsaid

analytical harmony — heizou

‘Ooh, my goodness, life's really put you through the wringer recently, hasn't it? I can tell. Here, why don't you take a seat, tell me the whole story.’

⏵ the scars, the wound

—⏵ (old) first encounters

⏵ upon a hair-thin wire

scarlet leaves pursue wild waves — kazuha

‘Ah, you'd like to learn the art of the sword? Let me see... Alright — here, take this. It's a bamboo blade I just made. With these, we can practice sparring without having to worry about getting injured.’

⏵ remorse

⏵ in a flash

⏵ the wind knows

⏵ judas

protector from afar — thoma

‘I've figured out what I want to do now. My strength is your shield, and I will always be here to protect you.’

⏵ rain or shine

admonishing instruction — alhaitham

’Don't be offended if you try to greet me on the street and I don't respond. It's simply because I'm wearing my soundproof earpieces, that's all.’

⏵ divine permanence

verdant strider — tighnari

‘What, so this sort of thing needs official documentation now? Okay then... Well, hand over your "friendship certificate." I assume it'll need my signature.’

⏵ opportunities arisen

—⏵ prime fortune

eons adrift — wanderer

’Ask me anything if you want. If a question is interesting enough, I may give you an answer.’

⏵ wandering

⏵ rest

ordainer of inexorable judgement — neuvillette

‘Good evening. I hope you have not encountered any unpleasantness today.’

⏵ for all to see

emissary if solitary antiquity — wriothesley

'Want a tip on how to escape from the Gardes? Just give yourself a name that's really long and difficult to pronounce. They'll be stumbling over your name as soon as they try to announce that you are under arrest.'

pankration

pantalone — regrator

‘Her Royal Highness the Tsaritsa is actually a gentle soul. Too gentle, in fact…’

⏵ ink, ink, ink

miscellaneous / multiple

⏵ in excess (ft. zhongli + xiao)

⏵ new hopes (ft. the arataki gang)

⏵ emotions (ft. mondstat)

⏵ the young (ft. your main!)

—⏵ still too young (ft… a lot of ppl)

⏵ plagued (ft. diluc + kaeya)

⏵ reverse isekai drabble (ft. your main!)

⏵ slapfight (ft. a lot of people-)

⏵ mea maxima culpa (ft. zhongli + barbara)

⏵ in the stars (ft mona + your main!)

⏵ replacement (ft. kaeya + venti + albedo + xiao)

⏵ discretion advised (ft. mondstat)

⏵ warmth (ft. every pyro character as of 3.4)

⏵ a soft place to land (ft. zhongli + kaeya + diluc + alhaitham + tighnari)

⏵ constellations (ft. barbara + thoma + heizou + collei + kujou sara + sucrose + candace +ganyu)

⏵ connection (ft. diluc + kaeya + kazuha + albedo + kaveh)

⏵ your shield, a sword (ft. thoma + tighnari + zhongli + alhaitham + cyno + albedo)

⏵ divine favor (ft. yae miko + itto + kazuha + kaeya + chongyun + noelle)

⏵ dead leaves (ft. ..people)

—⏵ new sprouts (ft. chongyun)

⏵ the rule of threes (ft. albedo + his brother)

⏵ darling, my dear (ft. diluc + tighnari + childe + xiao + kazuha)

⏵ sandy refuge (ft. nahida + wanderer)

⏵ dancing soldiers (ft. aether)

series!

⏵ dearly beloved — complete trilogy

—⏵ on broken bones

—⏵ death, rebirth, new life

—⏵ the scottish play

⏵ abiogenesis — complete duology

—⏵ from soil…

—⏵ …was birthed chalk

⏵ secret contributions — complete trilogy

—⏵ small miracles

—⏵ hidden blessings

—⏵ silent conclusions

⏵ spoken across stars — episodic

—⏵ kaeya, diluc, thoma ft. noelle + candace

—⏵ kazuha, wanderer ft. tighnari + baizhu

—⏵ zhongli, ayato, heizou ft. xinqiu + chongyun

that’s all for now! i hope you’ve enjoyed your stay, and wish you the best. if there’s something here you particularly liked, consider letting me know with a reblog or comment; i read every single one and they mean the world. whatever the case: i bid you farewell!

(p.s.: if you spot an error like a link leading somewhere it shouldn’t, a missing post entirely, etc., please leave a reply/ send in an ask to let me know as chances are i will not notice it. thank you!)

— midas

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mikaila-orchard · 6 months

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Anduin still gets more respect and dignity than Sylvanas ever did and I'm still mad about it.

Aight, the new WoW trailer stirred up some old animosity that I have to get out lest it fester.

The problem I've had with Anduin for the past few years is something that isn't even strictly his fault, and is just symptomatic of how shitty the writing staff is. In theory, Anduin is an interesting bit of flavor for the Alliance. Someone who was raised in a very turbulent time in the Alliance's history, gone through some shit when he was too early to handle it and is plagued with self doubt because of it. All of this complimented by Velen's vision of Anduin's future going down two very different roads.

Alas, the problem is in execution. Because what we are left with in practice is a character who goes through comparatively less than other legacy characters (Thrall being raised as a slave, Jaina losing her home and loved ones regularly and Sylvanas with fucking everything) but who, by the time Shadowlands rolls around, insists that he is the one suffering the most and everyone else needs to get over themselves. And that wouldn't be so bad (hell, in Shadows Rising, it's kinda treated as a genuine character flaw) but that's not the case because WoW treats Anduin like the moral barometer of the franchise for many years now.

There are multiple examples of this throughout, but the biggest culprit is all across BFA and Shadowlands, where Anduin is made to understand the hardships that Sylvanas and the Forsaken have suffered, most of it by the Alliance's hands, and just shuts it down with "Everyone suffers, stop hiding behind your trauma and rise above it," and because BFA is framing him as the hero and Sylvanas as the villain he gets away with it. In the fucking Sylvanas book, he has the gall to say Sylvanas had a better life than him because she knew her mother and calls her selfish for committing suicide. And of course the book frames Anduin as being in the right about all of this because they decided Sylvanas holding him captive was the time they would even allow to let her reach out to someone and hope they understand her. The deck was always stacked against Sylvanas and in Anduin's favor in terms of audience sympathy.

But then, what happens in Shadowlands? He gets dominated by Zovaal, stabs the Archon (doesn't even kill her), maybe kills a bunch of unnamed npcs off screen, and fights his friends. Not a single tally to add to his body count while he was a puppet. And when he is freed from Zovaal's control, he doesn't lose his support system, he doesn't lose the respect of his loved ones or his people, and he's not put under pressure to just be okay again.

AND YET!

He still goes on this self imposed exile of his, and has been on it for over half a decade at this point, because he is just too haunted by everything he's 'seen and done'. Things that we as the audience don't really see. So in practice, the justification for all this on screen angst is so painfully weak. And yes, there's no wrong way to respond to trauma and there never will be, and Anduin's trauma responses are far from unrealistic.

But compared to Sylvanas, Anduin is giving a great deal more respect and dignity by the narrative for, comparatively, much less. Sylvanas was enslaved and forced to murder her countrymen (onscreen too, we MADE HER DO THAT in warcraft 3) and when she was finally freed, she had no support system besides her rangers and Nathanos, she was feared by her former homeland who only accepted her help out of desperation and was hated and distrusted by enemies and allies alike way before she might have done anything to deserve it. The game even leans into the idea that the Sylvanas who suffered all this trauma isn't the real Sylvanas and we just needed to restore her soul to have the pure pious ranger general back (barf). And she still has to toil away in superhell because the writers were too chickenshit to fully backpedal on the deliberate character assassination the sexual predator on staff forced upon her.

"Oh, but M'Kay! That's the writers fault, not Anduin's! You can't blame him for all that."

Maybe not but a lot of the issue here comes from the fact that so long as the people who enabled this inequity of care remains on staff (IE fucking GOLDEN) this won't stop. So what choice do I have but to loathe the byproduct of this fuckery when it's being shoved in my face like this? What other way could I possibly interpret this disparity other than as misogyny?

#wow #world of warcraft #sylvanas windrunner #anduin wrynn critical #though honestly its mostly christie golden critical #and yes I will probably remain salty about this until the day I die

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vilz · 3 months

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hello obviously there isn't anything i can really do to control this (unfortunately i deleted a bunch of posts BEFORE turning off reblogs on them) but i would prefer that people did not circulate my posts from this blog any more... i appreciate that people are kind to me about my art, but that is just my request i suppose. this blog is unprivated now, and if you'd like to see what is still up you can look at them here. my ask box is also open but i will not be making any art posts here from now on. here is a little preemptive faq:

why did you leave?

i didn't feel comfortable or happy posting on this blog any more!

do you still make art? do you post it somewhere else?

yes. but i've been pulling away from posting very much online, and the things i'm interested in drawing nowadays are generally more private, so i won't be directing anyone there or anything. i don't consider my new blog to be a continuation of this one.

i know your new blog!

that isn't really that surprising since i didn't honestly put great effort into concealing it or anything. we are probably not friends, so i hold no sway over you, but i would still prefer you did not share it or treat me as if i am still "vilz who posts fnaf art". i'm just a whatever blogger who blogs about whatever things. also to be frank i do not think my new blog has anything that interesting for people who followed for the kind of art i used to post here. this is not an invitation to say "it is interesting!".

we are friends!

if we have not been in direct, mutual conversations i highly doubt that. i'm sorry if that hurts anyone's feelings.

why did you delete all your self ship art?

people seem to enjoy my self ship art a lot, which is very flattering, but i don't want people to be looking at them any more. i realize that they are still rebloggable and are still circulating around, which is nobody's fault but my own, but i would prefer they were not shared any more. i can't really do anything about it and i also don't blame anyone for reblogging those posts since it's obviously not something they would know, but yeah.

i saw your art on pinterest!

i did not and do not consent to my works being put on pinterest. the art from "vilz" has not been uploaded by me to any other website besides tumblr. if someone is posting my art from here on a different platform, they are doing so without permission.

i saw you on magma!

i still join magma boards sometimes lol. it's a fun site.

what about your ocs?

they are still my ocs. sometimes i still draw them. currently, i do not have any plans of posting my oc art online ever again. i would prefer that people did not reblog the oc art i have posted to this blog.

what about your fics?

all of my fics are still up on ao3 anonymously. they are: small mercies obscura floriography baying of lambs scrape bitch, bastard, bullshit almost human a dream, recurring countdown i'm very flattered and happy that people have left kind comments on these. thank you very much for reading the words of an amateur and for sharing an experience with me.

are you going to finish your uncompleted fics?

i would really like to say yes, because i care a great deal about aspects of them, but it's looking pretty unlikely. i lost all my files (and my calmlywriter key !!! always save your emails and receipts, everyone!!!) and also it's hard to feel motivated about them now. i guess i will leave this up in the air just to soothe my own feelings but in reality the answer is Probably Not.

are you going to post new fics?

i might, because i've been in a writing mood lately, but please don't expect anything. if i do, they will be anonymous on ao3. i will not post about them here or on any other blog.

i really liked your posts and blog!

thank you. i'm glad that people could feel that way about the things i made and thought about stuff i care about. irregardless, i would prefer that people did not share my old posts from this blog.

i will do it anyway.

i cannot stop you, so there isn't really any point in pleading. i just thought i'd make a little info post for people who are inquiring. after this, there won't be any "posts" from me. if there are relevant questions or messages i might reply to them or just update this post.

thank you for reading and for enjoying my blog. goodbye !!!

#this has been a missive from ur friend valentine #sincere regards #vilz

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emmasbrain · 6 months

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Lonely

Pairing: alucard/adrian tepes x reader

Synopsis: he was alone until you came along. all you asked for was knowledge, and all he asked for was company. until one day, you realised he really wanted a little more…

Warnings: really intense handjob???

⚠️SMUT WARNING⚠️ okay you’ve been warned so it’s your own fault now

He had always been restless. From the moment you started living there you’d noticed him rustling around at night. You weren’t entirely sure whether it was due to the walls being thin or the fact that you paid close attention to him at all times. You didn’t want to be sure either. But tonight was different, he had barely slept in weeks but tonight he hadn’t slept at all and you could hear him muttering to himself. At one point you even thought you heard him say your name.

When you had arrived, all you had really wanted was for him to teach you even some of what he knew. You’d have given anything, offering cooking, cleaning, sparring practice. Back then you didn’t really care how he needed you, all you needed was his knowledge in return. Over the course of the months you’d stayed there however, that need had morphed into one of him in general. His knowledge was wonderful, but the lense had started to focus more on the way his mouth formed the words and less on the actual words themselves

And it wasn’t as though you hadn’t noticed the small cues in him too, you’d stared at him long enough to note them. At first he took pride in teaching you, knowing that he was able to pass his knowledge onto someone who wanted it. But as your needs changed, his pleasures changed too. Now he had more glee from the way your eyes lit up when he showed you something magnificent, the way your face pulled into a grin when he tasted - and liked - your cooking, the way your beautiful breaths and moans sounded as you touched yourself at night. The latter was his favourite. He knew you listened for him at night, it brought little weights of peace to his mind, letting him drift off. And every few nights he pretended to fall asleep, evening his breaths and staying as still as he could muster, just so he could hear your beautiful sounds.

He knew you only did it when you thought he was asleep. What he didn’t know was that you had known for a while that he was pretending. You didn’t mind, his pleasure was something you took interest in anyway, so you let him have his hidden fantasies when you had yours. You had been particularly not in the mood the past few weeks though, so your touching had momentarily stopped. This wasn’t a very big deal to you. Adrian, however, had been unable to have a proper night's rest for weeks.

He lay in his bed and stayed there. All night. No sleep, no comfort, nothing. He knew you were aware of him, he knew you’d notice if he got up. So he stayed, hoping that time would heal his lack of sleep and the next night would be better. It was not. So tonight, he lay in possibly every sleeping position one could think of. He was starting to get frustrated, mumbling out his feelings until he heard his door open. You stepped inside, wearing your silk nightdress. He had seen you wearing it before a few times in the mornings when you had decided you weren’t ready to be dressed for the day. It still knocked the wind out of him.

He sat up as you approached, sitting on the edge of his bed, turning your torso to face him. “You’ve barely slept in weeks, if at all,” You softly take his hand in yours, resting your other on his thigh. “You need to relax, Adrian. It’s not good for you.” You look him in the eyes and he sighs, a small smile beginning to form on his lips.

“What exactly do you propose I do about it? I have been trying, you know.” His grip on your hand is firm but his expression is soft, exhausted.

“I think… you need me,” You whisper carefully, hand moving from his thigh to caress the side of his face. “I’m not sure how I'm needed but from what I've learned living here, I’m somehow a relaxer for you. And your not sleeping is making me restless, which i’ve realised is because your peace gives me peace. So now we’re both stuck until I can help you sleep.” Your thumb gives slow strokes to his cheekbone and you both sigh simultaneously.

“I do need you. You bring me peace, clarity. Normally the only nights I sleep well are nights I can hear you. It’s like a lullaby.” He admits, bowing his head but looking back up at you, like acknowledging that he should be embarrassed, but he isn’t. You both know he isn’t.

“Wait a second. I thought you were getting off to the sound of me… you know.” Your sentence turns from confident to insecure in a matter of words, suddenly realising how taboo the topic really is.

“I didn’t know you knew that I could hear you touching yourself. I’m sorry if i ever-“

“I liked it. I was never uncomfortable. I took it as transactional really, you thought I didn’t know, I thought you didn’t know, but it was there. Silent agreement.” You smile, reassuring him, and move your hand back down to his thigh. He almost asks you to put it back, but keeps his mouth shut.

“To answer your previous statement, I never used you to gain any other relief than the relief of sleep. I wouldn’t dream of touching myself to you without asking first. The problem was only asking.” He chuckles, looking up at you earnestly. His movements are quick and it catches you off guard as he throws his arms around your body and arranges you onto your back on the bed. He then crawls between your legs and lays his head against the base of your neck. “This should help me sleep.” He murmurs into your skin, breathing in the scent of you. He sounds intoxicated, and you indulge him.

“I wonder… If you’ve never gotten off to me, do you not get pent up? I mean I’ve been here for months, don’t you get frustrated?” You think aloud as you lace your fingers through his hair with one hand, and hold him in place by his back with the other.

“I take pleasure in your pleasure, dear. I do not need to succumb to my desires to feel fulfilled, I only need to know that you’ve gotten yours. But yes, I suppose sometimes I can get… frustrated. I am part human after all.” He takes another deep inhale of you and silence falls over you as you think. The fingers laced in his hair massage his scalp, and you can feel his approval as he nuzzles further into you, weighing down your body with his own. You give his scalp a gentle scratch with your nails and he almost purrs, his fingers digging into your hips.

“God that feels good.” He whispers against you, and you do it again just to feel his reaction. His breathy moan echo’s in your head and you almost stop your massaging as the sound coaxes you into a daze. His next noise snaps you out of your daze, a frustrated groan barely making it out of his throat.

“I think you’re more pent up than you think you are.” At your words, he turns his head to look up at you.

“I suppose you’re correct.” His fangs glisten, and you have the sudden urge to feel them against your mouth, so you dip your head down and pull him into a kiss. He immediately responds, a slow but hungry rhythm forming. His fang catches your lip and you hiss, quickly soothed by his mouth as he latches onto your lip and licks away the forming beads of blood. When your lip is clean, he tucks his head back down into your neck. “I’m beginning to feel needy.” He chuckles at himself.

“Needy for..?” You tilt his face back up to look at you.

“Release.” He leads your hand down to just between your thighs, against him. And he’s hard. So hard in fact, that he immediately pulls in a sharp breath at the soft touch, facial muscles pulling into a grimace. “I feel it all now. Now that you’ve indulged me, I can feel all the times I didn’t indulge myself.” His words are rushed and hazy, and he never breaks eye contact with you.

You look at him, and then you wrap your hand around him through his pyjama bottoms and squeeze. He all but whimpers, his gaze clouding with something you hadn’t seen before. “Adrian?” He nods at you, acknowledging that he’s still mentally present. “I want to help you. Can I help you?” He nods again, much more eager. Slipping into being slightly less mentally present.

You pull down his waistband and grip his length, feeling the size of it. You move to his tip, spreading the dripping precum down his shaft and using it to softly stroke him. His noises reduce now to breathy whines, and he lays his head back down at the base of your neck. You can tell he’s already close, so you keep the slow steady rhythm to prolong his pleasure, or maybe yours. Soon after, his hips start to move on their own accord, pushing up into your hand faster. He’s a mess, you can hear just how far along he is. You can practically feel his body vibrating.

“So close… I’m gonna…” He didn’t even finish his sentence before he began to shoot hot cum onto your hand. His entire body stills, frozen into place by the waves of pleasure, so you stroke him through it until the thick ropes fade into nothing. He still doesn’t move, just lays there panting against your skin and gripping you like his life depends on it.

“Adrian… are you alright?” When he finally looks up at you, you remove your hand and hold it up to your face, licking his cum off as you await his answer.

“Fucking hell. That was amazing, but I think I may not be quite finished yet.” He whispers sheepishly. Your eyebrows furrow and you look back at your now clean hand.

“But you just…”

“Vampire stamina..?” He offers, a tired grin falling to his lips and making you smile.

“Well then, I suppose we’d better get to work shouldn’t we?” You offer back, your brow raising to match his smirk.

#adrian tepes #alucard #castlevania #adrian tepes smut #alucard smut #alucard x reader #adrian tepes x reader

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puddingcatbeans · 1 year

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timkon; kon has a peculiar cuddling habit.

It takes Tim two months to notice. It's not his fault though—his team has always been very tactile, and they've made it their ongoing mission to cure Tim of his touch starvation. Kon is probably next on the list for touch-starved-ness, but he takes to cuddling like it's a challenge, and everyone knows how much Kon likes winning challenges.

So it's not unusual for Tim and Kon to be seen sitting practically on top of each other when they're hanging out at the Tower, at the farm, in Tim's apartment. Bart has started calling them "TimKon" for their buy-one-get-one package deal, and Cassie is still gloating about winning the betting pool for when they'd finally get together. Their lives are filled with violence and crises and teenage angst, they should get some points for choosing cuddling a coping mechanism instead of the myriad other methods their peers and mentors have chosen (cough Bruce and his adoption addiction cough).

And the thing is, Kon is very comfortable, okay? His very defined muscles make for a very nice pillow. And he gives the best hugs, probably only second to Dick's patented Big Bro Hugs™. So Tim maybe falls into a trance every time they fall into each other. It's not his fault.

But eventually, he starts to notice it.

It's subtle, really; innocent, as much as their relationship goes. Neither of them are super interested in sex. They've fooled around a few times before, because, well, teenage hormones. And it's nice, but they both agree that they much prefer falling asleep together more than sleeping together. So Tim knows it's not that. But once he starts noticing, he can't un-notice.

When they're sitting together on the couch, each doing their own thing: Kon catching up on the latest tv serial Gar's got him hooked on, one around slung around Tim's waist, and Tim tapping away at his tablet, most of his weight against his boyfriend. Said boyfriend's hand would slip under the hem of Tim's shirt, and then his thumb would absentmindedly be stroking back and forth along the skin just above Tim's hipbone.

When they're napping together after a long debriefing session, on their sides with Tim as the little spoon: Kon, plastered to Tim's back, would worm a hand under his sleep shirt and press his palm against the flat of Tim's belly. Not moving, not doing anything but holding him there.

When they're all piled up on the sofa for movie nights with the team, Tim sitting in the V of Kon's legs: Kon would hook his chin over Tim's shoulder, and his hand would dip under the collar of Tim's borrowed hoodie, and just stay there. His calloused fingers lingering on Tim's bare shoulder, thumb resting against Tim's collarbone.

Tim could chalk it up to just Kon seeking physical affection, or maybe this is just one of the quirks of being Kon's significant other. He doesn't mind, not really—how can he, when he feels so wanted? But he can't help but be curious.

They're in Kon's room, the soft murmur of the Kents downstairs and the early evening autumn breeze floating in through the open window. Kon has his back against the headboard, with Tim sitting in his lap. Tim is half-asleep, lulled by the rhythmic movement of Kon's hand on his back, under his shirt.

"Why do you do that?" Tim mumbles into Kon's shirt.

"Do what?"

Tim shrugs his shoulders—or tries to. He ends up just kind of wiggling in place. "That," he says. "Your hands. Whenever we cuddle, you always go under my clothes."

Kon stiffens, his hand freezing on Tim's shoulder blade. "Do you not like it? Sorry, I should've asked—"

"No, no." Tim shakes his head, shoving his forehead against Kon's neck. "It's, um. It's nice. I like it. I'm just wondering."

He feels more than hears Kon's sigh of relief. The hand at his back resumes its sweeping motions. Kon's chin lands on Tim's head, nuzzling a little. "It's not... There's no particular reason," Kon says. "You know how I run a little colder because I'm half-Kryptonian? Well, your natural body heat feels really good. Like, reassuring. I don't know. Lights up my dopamine centers or something?"

Tim pulls back. "Are you saying I'm your Tim-shaped hot water bottle?"

Kon blinks at him. Then a grin spreads across his face. "And you're just the perfect size, too!"

Huffing Tim pinches Kon. It probably doesn't even tickle, but Kon pretends to dodge, anyway. He's sweet like that. Tim leans forwards to bury his face into the crook of Kon's neck again. He tugs at Kon's shirt until he can worm his own arms under and slide his palms up Kon's skin.

Kon makes a soft sound. He curls around Tim, squeezing him gently. They stay like that, tangled together, breaths and heartbeats in sync, until Ma eventually calls them down for dinner.

#timkon #tim drake #conner kent #kon el kent #kontim #timothy jackson drake #timkon fanfiction #beanfics #launched myself out of bed to write this in one sitting #trying to write my way out of the sads

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zzzzzestforlife · 4 months

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day 2 of 12 // pick yourself up (and start all over again) 🧸☕🍡

today's accomplishments: Going Seventeen re-runs / journal / warm-up + workout / Japanese lesson (2x) / Chinese lesson / Korean lesson / read Howl's Moving Castle / meditate

i'm dreading tomorrow, but that just means i need things to look forward to ☺️ so here's the plan! 🌷

journal — i really want to get back to journaling first thing in the morning but i also like sleeping in...

warm-up + workout — i'm going to try to break my running record again because i've been stagnant at 4 minutes max for a while now

Japanese lesson (2x) — 私は本を読みますと音楽聴きます (i read a book and listen to music) it's very simple, but i didn't know it before, so i'm very excited with my progress!!

Chinese lesson — 我真的要新字 (i really need/want new words)

Korean lesson — i need to work on my grammar more, but i also want new words, but i can only focus properly on one thing at a time :p

read Howl's Moving Castle — i really, really love it so far!! as the eldest of many siblings i relate to sophie so much!! why have i not read this book sooner??

watch Yuri on Ice — @megumi-fm i might be addicted and it's all your fault 😂 i have to know if he wins the Grand Prix and if Victor stays (and in theory i'm also learning Japanese idk, lol)

meditate — i can meditate for maybe 1 minute if interesting music is playing, so i want to listen to more taemin as i've been meaning to listen to his whole album since @nelyastudies recommended it to me... ages ago 🙈

whew, i feel better about facing tomorrow now 🥰 また明日! (see you tomorrow!) 💕

한국어

일어나 (하고 시작 다시) 🧸☕🍡

내일이 와고 싶지 않아, 근데 그냥 좋아 것들 있어야 하고 나서 기대하고 ☺️ 그래서, 이거는 그 계획! 🌷

일기

운동

일본어 공부 두개

중국어 공부

한국어 공부

책은 읽다

아니메 봐요

명상

와아, 지금 난 내일로 더 좋운할게 생각해 🥰 안녕! 💕

中文

醒来 (和开始再次) 🧸☕🍡

明天来了我不想，但是只是需要有好的东西所以我可以期待 ☺️ 所以这个是计划！🌷

日记

锻炼

两个日语学

中文学

韩语学

读书

看anime

冥想

哇啊，现在我觉得明天会多好了 🥰 再现！💕

💌 translating notes: i don't have time to translate everything today unfortunately, but i still learned a couple of new words and reviewed some that i forgot, which are the important things! i feel like my grammar is a hot mess again though, so if you're reading this and know what i'm doing wrong please, please tell me because i just feel so confused 🙈🙏🙇‍♀️

p.s. help, i've never been bias-wrecked so hard before and he's not even doing anything 😭 (tbh this was a long time coming but still. not. emotionally. prepared. to. deal. with. HIM. 😭)

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freshloveee · 3 months

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the eighth grade dance

a chris sturniolo x reader fanfiction

warnings: cursing, arguments???

you have been friends with the sturniolo triplets since elementary school. you met them at the playground during recess. fast forward to middle school you guys were unstoppable. you did everything together. it was you guys against the world. you got along with matt very well you feel like you could tell him anything with no judgement. same with nick, he's always there for you and you're always there for him. chris on the other hand, you hated him and he hated you. well it wasn't always like that, you guys were actually best friends all until the 8th grade dance.

none of you actually had a date so you and chris decided to go to the dance as friends. of course matt and nick would tease you two but you didn't care. everything was perfect until you had developed feelings for chris. you hated it, you hated every bit of it. you never told anyone. you didn't want to admit it but you didn't want to be "just friends" with chris, but you finally had the courage to tell him. you had the perfect plan, tell him after the dance. little did you know your "master plan" would come crumbling down.

the day of the dance

you are currently doing your makeup at the vanity. everything was perfect. once you finished your makeup you put your dress on and stared into the mirror. you felt pretty, you looked pretty. you were staring at yourself until you hear a knock on your bedroom door.

"come in!" you shout, the door opens to reveal chris, he looks at you with wide eyes. he looked good. your heart was racing, you were both zoned out staring at each other. he says just above a whisper "you look good." "thanks, not too bad yourself." you reply hoping he wouldn't notice how flustered you were. "well, we are all ready to go you can come out whenever you want." chris informs you. "alright, ill be down in a sec."

the second he exits the room you had a goofy smile plastered on your face. but he was just your best friend, nothing more, you shouldn't be feeling this way about you best friend since kindergarden.

at the dance

the night was filled with dancing, snacks, and small talk. chris was sat right in front of you at a tiny table. he got up and walked over to his hockey friends. you were nervous to confess your feelings, you really were. you were about to walk over and take him outside to tell him. you turn your head in his direction to a sight that broke your heart. chris with his tongue down another girl's throat. you swallow the lump in you throat and blink back your tears. it was time for slow dancing. perfect. you grab your tiny purse and go into the bathroom. you lock yourself into the stall and pull your legs up into your chest. one tear falls, then another, and another, before you know it your bawling your eyes out at your 8th grade dance in the bathroom. you wanted to vanish. how stupid could you be to fall for your best friend who clearly wasn't interested in you. you feel your phone vibrate its a message from chris. great.

chris - yo, where are you?

you - i'm in the bathroom, ill be out in a sec, can we talk?

chris - sure meet me outside.

you - okay

you had to toughen up and tell him how you felt. you walked out of the bathroom and outside. there he was. he noticed the mascara stains that ran down your cheeks (i giggled).

"what's wrong?" he asks

"nothing just you making out with another girl when you were supposed to be my date to the dance." you snap

"it's not that big of a deal, i swear it didn't mean anything. why would you care?" he replies with the same tone as you

"what do you mean it 'didn't mean anything' it clearly did because it hurt." you say

"it's not my fault you're too sensitive. you were the one that ran away into the bathroom because you couldn't be happy for me just once in your life. a good friend wouldn't care. a good friend would support me." chris shouts

you pause staring at him, your bottom lip starts to quiver, a tear falls down your face. he knows how sensitive you are about that stuff. the fact that he would even mention that broke your heart. you shake your head and storm away towards your house. chris soon follows.

"look im sorry it was in the heat of the moment." chris pleads

"i don't give a fuck if it was in the heat of the moment you don't say that."

"you know what i don't care, if you weren't so selfish none of this would've happened. chris snaps.

"fuck you chris, i don't wanna see you again, i thought i could trust you but no, your a self-absorbed asshole who doesn't think before they act." you shout.

"i don't want to see you again y/n, go fuck yourself." chris yells

at this point you are at your house you slam your front door in chris's face, as soon as you step inside you start breaking down.

20 minutes later

you had been laying in your bed for 20 minutes. the same thoughts ran through your head. it's all your fault, if you never developed feelings nothing would have happened. you are a bad friend. you are too sensitive. you suck. those were the only things running through your head. your phone vibrates, its nick

nick - im so sorry y/n. my brother's being a dick, i totally understand if you don't want to be friends anymore, you have every reason to. love you."

you - thank you so much nick, you and matt did nothing wrong and i could never not be friends with you. love you too<3"

shortly after you replied to nick you get a message from matt

matt - you didn't deserve that i'm sorry y/n. i get it if you never wanna see us again but just know that i'll always be here for you.

you - thanks matt, and i'll always be friends with you no matter what shitty move chris pulls i'll still be friends with you. i appreciate it.

present

that was the last time you ever talked to chris. ever since that night you ended your friendship the only words you spoke to him were very minimal. the last conversation you had with him not yelling was before the dance. your friendship with matt and nick was still thriving you didn't let their brother being an asshole get in the way of your (PLATONIC) relationship.

CHRIS'S POV (after the 8th grade dance sorry these povs are weird)

i fucked up. like really fucking bad. my brothers weren't helping either. i haven't really spoken to them since they told me how much of an asshole i was. i never should have said that about her. she was a great friend. i was the bad friend. i should have never kissed that girl, i didn't even like her. im so stupid i have to make it up to her. i don't know how i will but all i know is that im making it up to her.

THIRD PERSON (present im actually so sorry i fucked up these povs so bad)

spoiler alert, he never made it up to her. even though he wanted to he just couldn't. everytime he tried y/n would push him away. she meant what she said that night. chris clearly didn't. he still had to make it up to her somehow, someway they were going to be friends again.

everything was normal, nick and matt got picked up by some friends to some party that chris just didn't have the energy for. chris was sitting on the couch mindlessly scrolling through instagram until he heard a knock on the door. he got up and opened the door. y/n. there she was. but she was sobbing?

"are nick and matt home?" y/n questions

"no, they went to some party" chris says

y/n turns around to go back into her car. chris pulled on her wrist.

"wait, you can't just show up clearly upset about something and expect me not to do anything about it." chris states

"why would you care?" y/n snaps

"just come inside and stop being stubborn." chris demands

y/n walks inside and sits on the couch, chris shortly following.

"look i know i said some messed up things in the past but i still care about you ya' know? i totally get it if you don't want to be friends with me, i also totally get it if you don't want to tell me what's making you this upset but you can always talk to me." chris states, nervous about what was about to come out of her mouth.

"m-my boyfriend broke up with me." y/n says as she chokes out a sob.

"oh y/n.." chris says as he pulls her into a hug "i'm so, so sorry, he didn't deserve you, look you are a beautiful girl with a great personality."

"t-thanks chris. since i'm already crying can we talk about, well you know."

"of course." chris says

"did you mean what you said?" y/n questions as she looks up at him with glassy eyes

"no, im so sorry, i didn't mean anything, im sorry that i said those words to you. can we just start over and try to be friends?" chris felt accomplished he said what he wanted to say for years prior.

"yes, and the way i reacted was over exaggerated, i just got so upset because i was gonna' tell you that i liked you. and i know i literally just got broken up with but i still like you." y/n says somewhat relieved that they had this conversation

chris freezes at her statement. he had a crush on her too.

"c-chris? i'm sorry i should have never said that, i take back what i said." y/n says humiliated.

she was abruptly cut off by chris slamming his lips onto her she instantly started kissing back. chris pulls away.

"can i be your boyfriend?" chris says, y/n starts nodding her head yes right away.

"look, i get it if you want to take things slow since you just got broken up with" he says y/n just smiles knowing that he would treat her better than anyone else.

2 hours later (1:00 A.M.)

they are currently cuddling on the couch, y/n's head placed on chris's chest. she had fallen asleep not too long ago, chris followed about 30 minutes after her. matt and nick walked through the front door they both stared at eachother.

"looks like someone made up." matt teases

nick just takes a picture and goes up to bed. matt goes up to bed too. maybe hating each other for 6 years wasn't so bad after all.

@mangoposts

#matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #fresh love #sturniolo triplets #nick sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo fluff #chris sturniolo angst #sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo x reader

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thefallennightmare · 1 year

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Arranged-fifteen

Pairings: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: language, smut, angst, fluff, mentions of death.

Summary: Reader would do anything to make her parents happy and that included agreeing to an arranged marriage. She never expected it to be to one of New York's most feared Mob Boss: Bucky Barnes. He is anything but loving towards Reader however when her parents are mysteriously killed, Bucky makes it his mission to find out who were at fault. And in the process, ends up coming close to losing Reader.

Authors Note: To be honest, I'm not too sure about this one and I even wanted to get another update out, but the day got away from me. Tags for this will be open, just shoot me a message or comment if you're interested!

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I sat on the edge of the bed, eyes glued to the open suitcases at my feet. They lay scattered across the floor and I had a shirt tightly grasped between my fingers. I felt frozen as I did the best I could to toss it into the suitcase but failed. With every thought of leaving, I realized that I didn’t have anywhere to go.

My parent's place was still a crime scene and I had sold my old place. The only place I could call home was here, Bucky’s. But even then, it didn’t feel like it.

I did a quick glance at my phone, wondering if I had a text from him, but sighed when there were no new messages. It had been a couple hours since our fight and there was a part of me that thought he would have chased me back, apologized, and told me the truth; about everything.

The deep purple marks around my wrist caught my eyes and I began rubbing it, hissing at the slight pain.

“Asshole” I grumbled to myself.

“Who’s the asshole?”

I jumped from the bed, quickly to my feet, and felt my heart pace quicken at the man in the doorway. Even with the small smile on his lips, his eyes were still filled with sorrow.

“Hi,” I breathed.

Bucky pointed to my wrist. “Does it hurt?”

I hesitated to answer because of the way he looked at me, regret now clouded his iris’.

“A little,” I admitted.

Bucky sighed before nodding towards the empty suitcases at my feet. “You’re really leaving?”

I gave him a half shrug. “Would you even care if I did?”

His own shoulders slumped. “Of course I would, doll.”

“Sure,” I nodded. “That’s why it took you two hours to come back home after I left?”

“I had some things to take care of,” Bucky informed.

Don't say it. Don't say it.

“Hm, did this happen to deal with Natasha?”

Fuck.

Bucky let out a deep breath while pinching his eyes shut. “Y/N, please.”

“Please what?” I shrugged. “Did you know she was going to be there tonight?”

He nodded, not missing a beat.

“I could say the same thing about Walker.” He returned back.

I bit my lip, knowing he was right.

“The differences between our exes being there tonight was that I had no clue John was going to show up,” I defended.

Bucky ran a hand through his hair and motioned towards the bed. “Can we talk?”

I knitted my brows. “Are you going to tell me the truth?”

“I can’t,” he sighed.

I turned swiftly on my heels and walked into the closet, ripping down all of my clothes and tossed them into the suitcases. It wasn’t neat by any means but I didn’t care. The faster I packed, the faster I would leave Bucky.

Even if I had begun to fall for him, I refused to let myself stay in a marriage with secrets. Ever since I was little, I watched the kind of marriage my parents had together and vowed to have something exactly like that.

“Y/N,” Bucky said as he did his best to get in the way to stop me.

“Why should I stay, Bucky?” I questioned, stopping briefly.

He shrugged. “Because.”

I scoffed. “That’s your reason? ‘Because’?”

Bucky lips parted, wanting to speak, but I ignored him. The only words that would come out would be another excuse as to why I needed to stay or why he couldn’t tell me the truth.

“You’re such an ass, you know that right?!” I asked after throwing a large pile of clothes into the suitcase.

“How can you stand there and continue to lie to me about everything?” I emerged from the closet; another large pile of clothes being tossed at my feet.

“Do I not mean anything to you?!”

I tossed yet another large pile, however, I didn’t realize that not only was I grabbing my clothes but I began grabbing Bucky’s as well. I had been so engrossed in yelling at him that now I wasn’t even packing, simply making a mess.

With a jacket gripped tightly in my hand, I stared at Bucky who stood there like a statue, not moving or speaking. I raised a brow to urge him to say something, anything.

Not a single word came from him.

“God! You infuriate me so fucking much!” I screamed as I threw the jacket at him.

His vibranium hand caught it before it even grazed his face. I stared at him dumbfounded at how quick his reflexes were.

“The serum,” he informed me.

I scoffed. “Of course.”

The jacket fell from his hand before he stuffed them into his pants pockets. “Are you done?”

“Excuse me? You’ve got some fucking nerve,” I snarled throwing the next closet thing I could find.

He caught the pillow before throwing it back onto the bed. “You’re starting to piss me off.”

“GOOD!” my voice bellowed.

I hastily grabbed the pile of clothes, throwing it all towards him. He merely stepped out of the way, the clothes raining down to the ground.

“Stop throwing shit,” Bucky demanded through gritted teeth.

I ignored him and went to toss another round of clothes but he was two seconds ahead of my actions. Bucky had me pinned up against the wall, hips locking me into place. But for added measure, he had also pinned my hands above my head with his flesh fingers.

“Let me go,” I writhed in his grasp.

A hiss fell from his lips as he felt our hips press deeper together.

“If you don’t stop moving, I’m going to toss you onto the bed, rip your clothes off and fuck the attitude out of you.” Bucky groaned into the crook of my neck.

A moan fell from my lips at the image of him doing exactly that.

My actions halted, accepting defeat.

We stared at each other, and Bucky reached for my chin, cool vibranium fingers dragged along it.

“Are you going to leave?” He questioned.

“Are you going to tell me the truth?”

I ignored his hypnotizing gaze, not faltering.

“I’m afraid,” he admitted with a deep breath.

My face softened. “Of what?”

Bucky released my hands and ran a hand over his face. “You leaving.”

A soft chuckle fell from my lips. “I’m already thinking of leaving, Bucky. But that’s because you’re not telling me everything.”

“I don’t want you to think the worst of me, Y/N.” Bucky swallowed hard, eyes glossing over with tears.

I gently cupped his cheek, my thumb grazed over the hairs. “Why don’t you let me decide that?”

There was so much uncertainty in his face and I could tell that whatever he was keeping to himself was heavy, something that he wasn’t divulging for my safety. While I appreciated Bucky trying to keep me safe, I thought the best way to do that was to tell me what he had been hiding.

“Please?” I begged.

With a deep breath, Bucky nodded and reached for my hand. “Come on.”

I didn’t say anything, simply linked our fingers together and let him guide me out of the room, down the stairs, and down the hall towards his office. Steve was already sitting on the couch, hands clasped together.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

Bucky motioned to the spot next to Steve to sit and I obliged.

Steve gave me a small smile. “Bucky thought we both should be the ones to tell you about the serum.”

Bucky was leaning against the front of his desk, legs stretched far and arms over his chest. Next to him on the same desk was an open briefcase, six vials of blue liquid nestled tightly inside.

“Is that it?” I asked while pointing to it.

Bucky nodded. “It’s taken Steve and I years to perfect the formula, to make it exactly like the ones that we have running through us.”

“What does it do?”

Steve spoke next. “We have super strength, rapid healing, and super hearing.”

“Why did you guys do it?” I wondered, my gaze jumping between the two of them.

The two men shared a look and when Bucky nodded, Steve pulled out a picture from his pocket and handed it to me.

A gasp sounded from me as I recognized the two men in the picture; except they didn’t look like they do now.

Bucky didn’t have as many muscles as he does now and he was clean shaven in the photo, not an ounce of hair on his face.

But what really shocked me was Steve’s appearance in the photo. He was a lot shorter and so skinny. I could trace my fingers over his ribs. His hair was shorter and just like Bucky, no hair on his face.

“You two?” I asked.

Bucky nodded. “Steve was the first one to be injected.”

My eyes fell onto him, who kept his locked on his hands. I placed a gentle hand on Steve’s knee which forced him to look at me.

“Why?”

He shrugged. “I was tired of looking like that. I wanted to be like all the other guys that the girls couldn’t stay away from.”

My heart hurt at his words. Steve was a very attractive man, even in this photo.

“Why did you do it?” I asked Bucky.

“It was the only way I would have allowed him to do it,” Bucky said. “I wasn’t going to let Steve do it alone.”

Even with the circumstances, I smiled at how good of a friend Bucky was to Steve. But there was still a part of this entire thing that I was confused about.

“Why did you create it? Does it expire or something?”

Bucky hesitated. “You said you wanted the truth, right?”

I nodded. “Please.”

“I wanted to create an army, be the best group in New York,” Bucky admitted.

My shoulders slumped. “You created this serum to put fear in other mob gangs so they don’t mess with you?”

He nodded. “Anything to survive, Y/N.”

“I’m guessing Dr. Banner was the one that created it for you?” I asked.

Steve nodded.

“And Stark wanted what with it exactly?”

Bucky spoke next. “He thought it would be a great thing to sell on the black market. He’s been after me for years in order to get the formula. Tried everything.”

Something clicked in my head and suddenly felt so guilty.

“Natasha?” I wondered.

Bucky nodded with a slight smirk. “Stark thought that if he sent her to work me over that I would give up the formula.”

“You didn’t?”

He shrugged. “She’s not really my type.”

There was an intensity behind his eyes as he looked at me, slowly rolling his tongue over his lips. I felt myself get hot in my spot on the couch the more he gazed towards me.

“I feel like an idiot for assuming there was something between the two of you,” I admitted.

Bucky extended a hand towards me and I accepted, allowing him to wrap his arms around me.

“I’m sorry for earlier,” he lifted my bruised wrist to his lips, peppering kisses over my skin.

My body began to tingle all over at the sensation.

“There’s something else I want to know,” I said with a soft voice.

Bucky nodded so I continued.

“What happened tonight with your worker, Jason?”

His body went rigid in my grasp and with the look he tossed over my shoulder towards Steve, I knew what they were silently saying to each other.

“Please don’t lie. I saw you take a gun from your safe earlier,” I said.

Bucky’s hands were placed on my hips and I could feel his chest rise and fall with the deep breath he took.

“Steve found out that Jason was trying to sell the serum on the street for some extra cash,” Bucky informed me.

“Why did you take the gun? To scare him.”

He shook his head. “This wasn’t the first time we caught him trying to sell it.”

I gulped. “What did you do to him?”

“I had too, doll. I couldn’t let him risk everything that I worked so hard for.” Bucky said in a hushed tone.

“So you-,” the words fell off, me not being able to finish the sentence.

Bucky softly nodded. “I killed him.”

My blood ran cold and the color drained from my skin, realizing my fear of what happened had been proven to be true. I knew who Bucky was when I was forced into this arrangement but hearing him confirm what was always rumored about him made me question everything yet again.

I stepped out of his grasp and began taking a few steps back from him. There was an unreadable expression on his face as he continued to watch me walk farther away from him until the back of my knees smacked the couch, me falling onto it with a soft ‘oomph.’

Steve, who was still seated there, went to reach for me but I smacked his hand away. The noises of their breathing and the fireplace crackling with warmth was drowned out with the static of my brain as I did my best to comprehend what Bucky had admitted.

The revelation of him creating this serum to make an army of super soldiers meant nothing to him revealing that he killed someone.

“Was he the first?” I asked, voice breaking slightly.

Bucky didn’t say a word, only placed his hands on his hips.

He didn’t need to say anything though. There was always that thought in the back of my mind that he had killed before but I never wanted to think of it or even believe it.

“I don’t understand,” I shook my head with confusion. “Why did you have to kill him? Couldn’t you have fired him?”

Steve was the one who spoke next. “No, he knew too much. It was the only choice.”

I shook my head yet again, tears forming in the corners of my eyes. “He was just a kid, right?! You didn’t have to fucking kill him!”

“Doll,” Bucky started.

“Stop!” I snapped. “Stop trying to work your way back into my heart with that sweet name. Every time I think we work past something, I find something out that fucks everything up!”

I was on my feet with a start and my hands shook at my sides, with either rage or shock I wasn’t too sure. My chest began to constrict, the air getting caught in my throat and as the room began to spin, I stumbled over my feet.

“I don’t feel so good,” I muttered while squeezing my eyes shut.

“Y/N, sit down,” Steve tried to help me back onto the couch.

I smacked his hands away. “I need some air.”

I didn’t make it far, however, before a dark cloud encased over me and the last thing I heard before I fell to the ground was Bucky calling my name.

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